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Gimmie My Tool

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Gimmie My Tool

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Gimmie my tool, job for my goos,

Cooked up the fool, got the ice for the jew,

Bullshit i hustle, money, motherfucker,

Buying or sell, private jets, motherfucker.

See, we live a luxury life, dark p for a white,

Call it devis bike, nigger mention on the side,

Do the five mics, take the five mics,

Change the five mics, five stars, nigger life.

Fuck, going in a nigger sale,

Im raising heads, doing swill, make a mail, fuck the mayor,

Make the money, flip the money, nigger do and tell.

From the bottom where the roaches at,

Hit the light switch where the roaches get,

Bounce back, hella chopper most stacks,

Out the back to a bus, nigger miles stack.

So she love me so i fuck a ride,

From the floor, no ceiling, what a hella sight,

Call it davis is a nigger bite,

Lend hundred, twelve hundred models every night.

Yeah, from the sway with the plush leather,

Leather so soft, nigger do it any weather.

Fly in any weather, huff in any weather,

Shine in any weather.

Gimmie my tool, job for my goos,

Cooked up the fool, got the ice for the jew,

Bullshit i hustle, money, motherfucker,

Buying or sell, private jets, motherfucker.

See, we live a luxury life, dark p for a white,

Call it devis bike, nigger mention on the side,

Do the five mics, take the five mics,

Change the five mics, five stars, nigger life.

Gimmie my tool, just to got it back,

Bring me no fool bitch, is about its back,

Twenty c drop your head, twenty six inch maze,

Stick in the back with a hundred mile rack,

Call it shit bag, bitch, im mister toilet paper,

Fuck the gasoline tips, we make the gasoline chaser,

Caught that fake shit, that shit the gasoline fake shit.

In the hardest he walking with a peace up,

Flowing yellow mirror, thats my indian oppresior,

Were the motherfuckers, were the fucker twin blazer.

Black hat on, with a louis v house,

Straight gangsta shit, i ask em for more potion.

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