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i got lots of drug dealers

i be gettin' in my feelings

i got problems with the women

tell them hoes i ain't perfect

i don't really know how to live in the street

i be dyin' everyday tryna keep it all discrete

fucking up my life

i don't really give a shit

poppin' pills in my room

i can count on counterfeit

i don't really give a fuck about the lies in my room

i don't give a fuck and found no body in the room

i'll shoot 'em down anyway

bitches can't consume

all this swag up in my pocket

'cause you know you lose your cool

free drugs

free drugs

free drugs

free drugs

free drugs

free drugs

free drugs

free drugs

when i pull up with your bitch

don't give a fuck if you're rich

don't give a fuck bitch i'm lit

diggin my dick in her ribs

kissin her clit with my lips

i kill the pussy no shit

i kill the pussy and dip

skeet skeet with the jets

beat up

beat up on the pussy

homie what the fuck you lookin

i got your bitch and she cookin

suckin my dick like a rookie

derek jeter i'm a rookie

tell em we makin a movie

i'm finna buss on her boobies

drugs on me i'm a junkie

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