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I like to keep my shit genuine

Bad petite bitch and she mexican

Nothing I can’t do

I feel like I’m Andrew

I’m Andrew the giant

I fuck for a climax

I fuck till she tap out

I Keep my shit hidden

Can’t bring the bag out

Might fuck you up

My g that’s a knock out
Boy what you on about

Boy you a drop out

Stay in yo room

Keep playing that fallout

No we ain’t fall out

Don’t know what you talking bout

Never in my life I seen you

Bitch you better pull up

You soft like soup

Serve you to a table of 2

Got your head going on a loop

Gotta teach you a lesson

But I ain’t a teacher
Quiet in my presence

So I can reach her

Give you these blessings

Like i’m a preacher

Don’t get to close

I might explode

Like A mother fuckkng creeper

Phone go off

Who on my bleeper

Get off the bleacher

Get on the field

Better slow down

Bitch this a yield
Back off bitch

I got a fucking shield

Oh man Hows it feel

Man you a bitch

Can’t even make a mill

So go make a meal

Shit so funny

It ain’t even for real

Like real steel

Gotta go steal some eels

Just to feel a shock on my heels

But on my heels

Is a couple of wheels

Shit got me rolling off a hill

Down to a mill

But shit going north

Like a mother fucking hill

You still at the bottom

Of the hill of pills

Got pain going crazy

I wanna feel

That xan got you lazy

Better sleep for real

Got me a lil pistols that thing go PEW