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    Bitch, it's T-Raww, blood on my paws
    Big booty chick back a nigga to the wall
    Never get involved, murder every bar
    Shit so illegal, get a green card
    Different cause, different from y'all
    I work hard, you work at the mall
    Pass a bitch off like my nigga John Wall
    Fuck in the dark, gimme the light, Sean Paul
    Yeahhhhh, bitch I do this shit
    Cooler than a motherfucking penguin lip
    & my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit
    Got heat super freak Rick James ya bitch, leave a stain & shit
    On ya couch in ya house like brotherman
    Hanging like Mr. Cooper hand

    Posing, Heisman [x3]

    [Honey Cocaine]
    Yo, got a Asian bitch on my left side
    Another Asian bitch, right, right side
    They might send your ass off to the next side
    Bitch hold your damn breath cause you might die
    Gotta group of bad bitches and I feel good
    Oh you're hungry? Too bad cause my meal's good
    And I shouldn't beat a broad, but I still would
    But I don't try and be bad cause the deals good
    Yeah, now look I got that urge to feed them
    off some gold and shit
    Type of stuff to make them feel like alcohol and gold and shit
    Hold the bitch, just sold the bitch,
    fuck you pay me is what I told the bitch
    Can't walk or talk cause I own you bitch
    Please don't make me hot, I'm the coldest bitch (agh)

    Posing, Heisman [x3]

    Well, running from the cop, boy born to kill
    Hand me the lock, bring it to your front door, doorbell
    Knock knock, who there? Houdini dissappear
    Got green, John Deere. More green, Paul Pierce
    Amazing win shot, you my son, I adopt, dop dop
    Pacman, that's for opening your mouth
    Bust a nut, kick her out, lit a cigarrette now
    Put the cigarette down, I'm the shit, loose bowels
    Wow, Laughing, did I say that out loud?
    Nigga getting busy like I work downtown
    On to the next if she don't fuck right now (right now)
    Harder than a pipe, can't pipe down
    What you niggas talking about?
    Man I'm what your bitch is talking about
    Two months then the album out
    Carelessworld drop, pewm, then im out.

    Posing, Heisman [x3]

    [Honey Cocaine]
    If a bitch fuck around, I might go off
    My advice is you better get dawn to go
    You cannot shop at the mall, but I buy out the stores
    I got a box of jewels, I call it pot of gold
    Call the cops to go, as my pockets grow
    Get the chains and the rings and the watches, bro
    And I boxed a slut, I just boxed a hoe
    You tried to pass me bitch, it ain't possible, nah
    I'm cool as fuck, I suggest you dress for the weather bitch
    Is forever shit, one never bitch
    What's a whore to a queen? Whatever bitch!
    I crop a kid, it's a hot to shit
    Its some gucci, Louis, fendi, Prada shit
    Tell them eat a dick, you ain't not a bitch
    Find me in the club where my partners is
    (Schwagg, Bitch!)

    Posing, Heisman [x3]

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