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Scandalous
LBS Kee'vin
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20,000 on his head, I want that n***a dead Gotta see if my shooter sober, he be off the meds In a Rover delivering drugs and my people fed Stashed the money at auntie house, I let her keep the bed I'm so heartless, I drop a bitch off and delete the thread It's ironic, cause back in the day, she left me on read Maybe she fucking out cause my pockets the chandelier's I'ma just fuck her and make her cum until she confess Tell me what it is, tell me what it ain't She fuck me in the car cause she like the color of my paint And all my figures over six, n***a, I do what you can't VIP, I'm sippin' water, all my n****s smokin' dank I press a button and this bitch will get to growlin' when it crankin' They salute me all in traffic, n****s know I'm up and rankin' She gave me head inside the bathroom with my gun under the sink I took her home, I left my money, she put gas inside the tank You call that love, huh? You need a thug, huh? You wanna pop a perc and OD on the drugs, huh? Smell that YSL cologne when bitches give me hugs I got carrots in my mouth, I'm feelin' like Lola and Bugs Yes, sir Twenty thousand on his head, I want that n***a dead Gotta see if my shooter sober, he be off the meds In a Rover deliverin' drugs and my people fed Stashed the money at Auntie House, I let her keep the bed I'm so heartless, I drop a bitch off and delete the thread It's ironic, cause back in the day, she left me on read Maybe she fucking out cause my pockets the chandelier's I'ma just fuck her and make her cum until she confess Tell me what it is, tell me what it ain't She fuck me in the car cause she like the color of my paint And all my figures over six, n***a, I do what you can't I think I met her in New Orleans, but this bitch is not a saint My n***a scammin', takin' money from the bank I care for them, I bet my life they do the same She said she love me, but don't even know my name That's not my bitch, so I let gain and run the train Twenty thousand on his head, I want that n***a dead Gotta see if my shooter sober, he be off the meds I'm so heartless, I drop a bitch off and delete the thread It's ironic, cause back in the day, she left me on read Maybe she fucking out cause my pockets the chandelier's I'ma just fuck her and make her cum until she confess
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