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I am not no motherfucking retail for Purple Label this Summer

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Two white cups and I got drank
Two dyke jawns but they straight
Redbox flow and I do not
Real G I don't use no cape
I got my I love hip hop
J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big
wanna act we can get improv
Bread on me that's a garlic
Tats out and my hair
Loud shit, Weird
B.o.B., Got airplanes
Not one J got a pair or
Folarin bitch nigga in this ho
Shoutout to them niggas who still f-ck with me at
My to blow
is why I'm in this fo'
Women at my
This is oh so much like votes
I her kitten moist
This is why her mad
I give her bigger O's
He just get her bigger
I'm an asshole, so what my bitches it?
I'm why she get
You why she buy the
The tightest writer to write, dopest flower to it
I'm zonin; I'm in Seattle with Little and Tony
What up? My sister and them, All my listening
I be one and hoes like Crawford at Michigan
Realest nigga told you that, love me more than rap
Bitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got that rap
DMV we on the map, it's over for these corny
Wicked go give this shit a coroner visit
There's no answer for it, rhetorical lyrics
Talking ridiculous have mommas floral opinions
I'm on one, we on but she on E
She so fly, she so fine, but she so shy but I'm a don
No car key and I that
Cause I show fur, no wax
My Moschino that fire, bet you never that
Swear this closet full of heat, bitch I need a match
Undefeated, GS in a and my Leaders hat
Change of scenery, I'm Al Pacino Willy yeah
Turned into a shark and I got from all this DC crap
Fuck yo bitch to The Weeknd, I speaking bout that CD player
But shout to OVO, Shout out to the whole T.O
YMCMB, MMG we run the globe
This the where politicians is fucking goons
And I seen some old beefs make a bunch of news
A mover, truly cool with a bunch of crews
Better keep a shooter, there's always one something to prove
Nice for that war, trying to see my daughter
Keep wifey in La Perla and don't you ask her what tori cost
Always a dodie on on me, I ain't for that Maury talk
A 40 of that OE, Casey my homie
Out in LA Im fakin' hitting
This ain't mine, Ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches
I swear I my music, I truthfully hate this business
I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of
and gifted, Too empty, this is Lipton
Hallucinating from Rufilin, Who is is iller?
Nigga, I got Dilla, Premo, Swizzy flow
Women front, get its cold
She never no games with me so I never get her Coach
I'm supposed to boast, this overdose
Niggas George grillin', shit I spit that rope-a-dope
She be sliding on the pole, down and roll my smoke
White boys gon set the mood, yeah, word to Hall & Oates
And it's still everybody
I run the Summer, don't plan on sharing
Shoutout yo baby momma, that is sorta fine
yellow bitch, a lot of face, she that emoticon
Got a of haters, but I got more to count
got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped
I don't really know a lot, but I hope these people my heart
My Nomo could be found in stores with a jersey only got
Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent
If I'm getting geechy I can three chains on either block
DC maybe PG MMG shit please do it
The only team more powerful? and Malia family
family, We the family
I these bitches my seed, swear they don't need a nanny
Won't see me in the Phantom til a see a Grammy