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Put his tongue out like, "Eh." One eye up, twerk a little bit. Stick 'em in church. Show the eye. I used to sell to white... Howard. I chose to be a thug, I could've graduated Howard. Hoes up in Broward, I drove about an Hour. Feel like LeBron when he be throwin' up The powder. Can we make plans for the weekend? I'ma be here for a while and I ain't Leavin'. But I'll come and I'll go, it really Depends. Really do this shit for real, fell off In the deep end. It's really perfect timin', I Really just be grindin'. No time for these soft Ass niggas that be cryin'. I don't wanna hear no grown man that be Lyin'. See me turnin' corners in the coupe when I'm slidin'. You got all that ass, I'm tryna Bring the best out. Legendary nigga, fuck around and Bring mess out. She don't got no money, then I'm gone, I'ma head out. Ghetto street nigga, sippin' drink, pullin' bread Out. I don't wanna wait, don't make me wait, Ho. Rich nigga, when there's hoes around, I play broke. Two-hour drive from LA out to Dago. Baby suck dick in the coupe, Put her face low. I used to sell to White... Howard. I chose to be a thug, I could've graduated Howard. Hoes up in Broward, I drove about an Hour. Feel like LeBron when he be throwin' up The powder. Can we make plans for the weekend? I'ma be here for a while and I ain't Leavin'. But I'll come and I'll go, it really Depends. Really do this shit for real, fell off In the deep end. Ayy, can we make plans For the weekend? Ayy, Lil Roo with all the Wagyu, bring the Beef in. Big dog, fresh up out the pound, Bring the leash in. Drop a hundred on the Benz like I'm sad, fuck leasing. I'm like, "Whoa," keep on topping, spending money For no reason. Don't ask me 'bout no rapper From LA, them niggas decent. I can show you how I do it, but I into teachin'. Drop a bad bitch quick and To the neck, I don't need her. Signed a Deal last week and bought my baby mama a Chopstick. My little brother a button, ain't no Roo, She on some hot shit. I only pop out When I drop shit. Keys to the Bentley, dawg, I'm lookin' for the locksmith. I used to sell to white... Howard. I chose to be a thug, I could've Graduated Howard. Hoes up in Broward, I drove about an hour. Feel like LeBron when he be throwin' up the Powder. Can we make plans for the weekend? I'ma be here for a while and I ain't Leavin'. But I'll come and I'll go, it really Depends. Really do this shit for real, fell off In the deep end. Bitch, I'm really pluggin' in
Big Sad 1900, Rucci — dwight howard
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