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i got broads in atlanta

in jersey i prolly got hannah montanna

all the people that i want is pervasive

my niggas we swing every banner

you pussies credit cards dont call me

a haitian if you do not call me a scammer

carry beans for my nigga he bracing

and breaking impacting the payment

saving the pack for a hammer

adjacent im saving the pack for the pampers

my brothers daughter always knew she amazing i promise yall niggas wont have her

i pull the card on a nigga mistake, or a fake you gon start doing better

in the car wit my niggas who bad

shawty kiss me and they grabbing my ass

said it in bars cause yall niggas be trapped

give a fuck about the niggas who ratting i give a fuck about the muhfucking trap

its a system nigga

prolly evicted if i aint go to school wit niggas who rap

i got love for all my niggas

who making it work

yall just hogging the bag

make u ugly niggas llame and they mad

aint it funny how the pride coming back

when you tell em back up

girl just stay where you at

i dont pack the ganja all by myself

split the tree wit my family pack

momma tell me that its bad that its bad to be smoking

how could she understand that niggas is wrapped

pre rolls in the blunt i dont smoke em

i break em down only sparking the craft

laura croft i was swinging pickaxes

you mine the block herobrine on your left

ima turn ts up till nobody left

shout out yuutsuu thats my brother

he shit on you, make a nigga wanna cry on the interlude

maybe i aint been that kind in the past

but i know that you remember the man

who can tell you that im doing it better, they try to flame me

throw it back like a ghast

must forgot, im the wizzard the warlock

ill wreck your mix

ill cast a spell on your band

up in iithica ill prolly be sipping

i hope its women who love really good head

fore i fuck i had to ask for a test

if you not careful then they come for you next

i dont give a fuck about a lil devil

bitch i got demons and they really be mad

all these rings on your records but you never wrecked a check

because your nigga just crashed

all this gold on your neck need to melt

bitch i told u im taking it back

i got me nigga i got myself

if they lie on me homies know im fr

zip it up yeah im sick of the circus

yall niggas clowning for a life of the past

dont you know that the bombs dropped on earth

dont you know that its time to strike back

try to kill me ima go and rebirth

and shoot your mother in the stomach im bad

i dont give a fuck if god isnt working

im all human ima pray to the wind

whatever gets these sinners get to deserving im not een worried bout these niggas wit racks

honestly all your money is shame

youre jay z youre the rabbit i lapped

all the beads get to fall on her waist

im almost jealous as yall niggas is mad

pade

fuck you

pirates are freedom fighters