If O’sha won’t rapping I probably be jacking and scammin and dressing up like Danny phantom niggas be bitches and closing the door when they in bet I find my way in like I’m Santa he not a og man that boy a hoe g what’s done in the streets sposed to stay in the streets yeah I used to hit licks and go fuck Dominique that booster bae messy but she keep it neat this givinchy and Louie who would think we was poe on floor watching Peter and stewie word around town man they niggas get down for we broke a pound we was saving up doobies I used to feel stuck outta luck wit a whole in my chucks selling grams tryna get me a cutie no one around I felt just like a clown looking down at the ground wit my face looking droopy oh that boy say he can give you the world well come fuck with me bae I’m the universe yeah I like how yo diamonds be hitting but you don’t compare I’m the diamonds that’s in the dirt I can go where I’m from but lil nigga you can’t cause you really a bitch from the outskirts when I’m hitting yo bitch make her outbursts in the reason she saying her mouth hurt ughh!! She wanna be McQueen Alexander but I don’t go no feelings no feelings no feelings you ain’t did shit for a nigga so like the feds he act like I don’t know niggas it’s supposed to be you and I but I’m not saying no vowels cause osha never owe niggas you didn’t believe in me dog and that hurted my feelings no crowd ima show niggas yeah I love my lil daughter her daddy a bitch nigga didn’t want to step til I stepped in he a fuck nigga so I can him fn he gotta get hit with that fn when I talk ima talk with my chest he a hoe so that lil nigga talk with his chest in I don’t like to vent so I’m venting to god in this mic this that shit that I kept in we can do drive by lil brother we mustard out target let’s pop out and give that boy hell fuck a revolver lil brother we need more than six put a bag on the glock for the shell best keep a rocket yo patna been plotting on the low dirty Mackin pocket watching all out of favors my nigga and I don’t feel sorry I got it but I ain’t really got it we can’t do drive by lil brother we mustard our target let’s pop out and give that boy hell fuck a revolver lil brother we need more than six put a bag on the glock for the shell best keep a rocket yo Patna been plotting on the low dirty mackin pocket watching all out of favors my nigga and I don’t feel sorry I got it but I ain’t really got it.
step dad song
step daddy anthem
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