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Met a Kennedy's type of bitch, her parents got the money
Said she only listens to country, and her daddy's scummy
She said "hit me and put that nutty in my fuckin' tummy"
Said "I'm ready, my first names teddy and the last is bundy"
She let me in the crib, I'm putting on my black mask
I find the money and i stuff it in my backpack
She got scared when I asked "where'd her parents go?"
Said her brothers upstairs, he won't hear us though
Told her "shut the fuck up or I'mma tie you up,"
"If I catch you reaching for that phone, I'mma line you up"
I just wanna collect the cash, then I'll dip- quick
She tried to bite me, saw my hand covered in lipstick
I whip my Glock and hit her top, I made that shit quick
Her brother didn't even hear it, he's a dipshit
OG told me to hit his phone but said "be cryptic"
Homie told me to "do a Ollie for a kick flip"
I said "bet," I hung up the Nokia to count the bread
I look around and see dystopia, the sky is red
I got phobias that they won't notice me until I'm dead
Quarter cup of the gold magnolia to stunt the dread
Black flag, waving my heater
This ain't no Katrina
My girl Rita said "hit me back," that pussy's Aquafina
Bought a cheetah, i beef with PETA- I forgot to feed her
I don't need her, the grip is cedar- way i spit is theater
I just meet her- don't even greet her, she said I complete her
I mistreat her, talk to the preacher- he said "cop a beamer"
My procedure is blowing reefer through the fuckin' speakers
I get it cheaper and it's cleaner, sling it in my beater
I get it cheaper and it's cleaner, sling it in my beater
Posted on the block with two heaters on my carabiner
Tryna dispose of the body, I had to dump the shotty
This shit gets heavy, no spaghetti- had to lock the rari
Corleone
Said these percs got me banging
It's like these percs got me banging
Yeah, these percs got me banging
On the floor with my right hand
Shout it out, get it going
Fuck these hoes, I wear Dior
I'm trippin' sack, I'm gettin' low
I'm fucking bitches, I'm getting guns
I'm shooting rounds at ops, having fun
I'm smoking these women and having fun
I'm tripping off the drugs
Was tripping off the drugs
Sippin' that lean, ice on me
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$PRITE SUPERIOR, BANKROLL 44
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