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Wait, slap that ***, make my fly when I swing that *** Make my fly when I swing this knife, huh, Levi Ankerman Bear my trap, they ain't backing *** I'm riding, I'm excited, can't wait till I dip man's wig And it's pro, you let's know where the band is lit If the food comes dead like Samuel J Then I can't mute that *** no way Can I trap that fist peng like K Peng like T-Shirt Grace I'm in a bando where the cats go cray Food get served and the scales not plates These kings go bait on tracks But we ain't ride out, that's Bally's on face Send me your flick, I'm indecisive Roll with a stick when gliding I slide my dab, my oppa's hiding The pumpy kicks, I bicep Yeah, I really know, I really send shots like Tyson Hoping to shock man's islets Just me and you into the chat Make 10 man dash, can we know him for the violence Long nose whopper, lying on my lap Nah, this my ***, Pinocchio's Big long pole, put your thumb Just too small like a shadow clone He's part of the gang, teeth like fangs Got us key, but Kamaru knows Cock it, *** it, blow Just whop it for show Roll like a drippy nose I'm really trying to leave man red like Cliffin' Wanna ride down with my thugs like Cliffin' Exit runes on exit runes Leave the opps, I'm looking all different Tell me how the *** can you rap about drills When it ain't done drills, I'm gonna find that different Yo, Rambo's still a virgin Man's like a ***, no joke, that's certain Yeah man, I'm silly for coming to bridge I'm back to the K and I step with the flicks Seen broad broad just swinging his shank Put two in your chest, that tits I'm a YG, say, shall I make prof get a box? I'm breaking down the bits I'm with my T line from Kola and Mix And it's back to basics, pirates whip *** a ting that blows out flutes that dizzle I'm trying to put opps in Rizzlers Blue flag in the air when I slide round there And I stay posted like Insta I'm a toxic guy like Diggor On me, then you're on my niggas *** yachts, I just want figures And my opp boys smoked up like cigarettes Don't play real life in the game like Sims Still put up with blue Slim Rizz Pro, you know that my blue skin crip Try run now, catch up like Mike D's chips I put some in your head like Fins I won't splash it once, I splash it five, six Every little helps, so I'm like Tesco *** Give me a re and I'm making the cash Cause my stack transforms like Optimus Prime Don't get caught under lock, I'm ***bing your pack Check that, now it's mine The other side lie on tracks I'll be sharing the truth, no letters shined Slide round there on a one-two ped Pack this t-shirt, it ain't for spying I can't settle for less, I can't bargain I was broke before, now I'm gawking At least wait every time that my chat line rings *** talking, my dogs are barking I'm married to a chap, I don't need no ring I'm an old chap, boy, no starling To the road, though, sing with the chat Get slipped to the wipes, call me, I'll start barking She wants a guy that does sports Control of the whip, I'm rolling to the gas Them man sound bad on tracks Come to the bridge, get smoked like ammo Don't know why he show me hands, bro Chill, I'm not Jackie Chan I'd rather just swig my shank Or tie you up like Akashi's dad Five-man drip out the ride on violence Whenever we step on missions And the shells come large like Griffin Them man wrong when they see that smithing I nicknamed them Madeline McCann Cause all of my opps been missing And no golden, but I call me a Ramsey You know it's hell when I step in my kitchen *

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