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First 48

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First 48

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Hahaha, alright

Let that beat drop

Okay, let go

Look, go on make em clap, make em do that

And when this nigga rap, they be like "who dat?"

She in the party super wet, where the pool at?

I got a big head, so my hat adjust to 2 snaps

Money to the ceiling, tell me where my roof at

Your pants too tight, maybe you just too fat

Just a cheetoh with doritos, yea, I lay em like du-rags

Boy, I know why you mad, cause my chain stoopid

And your girl leaning all on me

I'm a give her a couple of drinks, then I put her ass to sleep

Bedtime, if she come she a freak

Then you read them headlines that she fucking with c. B

What you mean? I'm a ball out

I'm driving space ships, I threw my cars out

What I call a garage, you call a house

Live in that hole in the wall, you are a mouse

They be like: Chris, you killing it, soprano

Valet tryna steal my keys, nigga this ain't no piano

What you mean? I'm the president, but fuck a bout a plan though

They gonna have to change the channel, cause it's way too much to handle

Yep, haha

All that bullshit, I ain't hearing it

Cause I'm on point, like a pyramid

And I'm flushing you turds, killing shit

Only hear two words, nigga sit

Yeah

I'm the bestest

I'm in that range, you in that low key

Off that super loud, the car smoking, but it's Friday

What up smokey?

Damn, man all these cameras are bananas

And the waitress hate me, hope she don't spit in my sandwich

Yea, ya'll can't get at me like a mention

Indirectly, ya'll respect me, because this boy in detention

But still I walk around too proud

Neighbors mad at me, cause I fuck too loud

You would think I was police, how I move crowds

V-a-gina! Two up, two down

Team breezy, yea I'm reppin it

We the shit boi, so don't step in it

I'm all about my stripes, like a veteran

And it's getting too late, I need to take my medicine

Ok, ok let me go

Nigga be shining, this soul glow

Boy, look at all these diamonds

And my chain so heavy, and my neck be rhyming

Can't see you, all I see is my shades

Girl, got her giddy giddy, frankie lyeman

I make her cum like clockwork

What you call that? Perfect timing

They call me Hercules

Just like a slave, she working me

Know she off that Bonnie, when she smoking and got them purple leaves

7-Eleven head, no hands when she slurping me

Then she swallowed my sword, like a circus freak

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