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Yeah, Mm, what the fuck goin' on? Yeah, yeah. Dej act just wanna drink. Uh, yeah. I just wanna touch a billion dollars. Seventy for the Cuban, could've paid to go to College. Bitch-ass clappin' louder than the feds Knockin'. Smokin' on exotic, pour a deuce, Gettin' sloppy. Movin' at pace, you wanna race, You better speed it up. White bitch eat it up, Redbone beat it up. Niggas can't compete with us, Scotty gon' beam me Up. Salt kill snails, not players, nigga. Hunnid bows floatin' through the air, nigga. Who the fuck said life ain't fair, nigga? I got your bitch playin' truth or dare, nigga. Matter fact, I dare a nigga stare, nigga. Hunnid shots on me, got a lot of Glocks On me. Same model, same brand, but not the One that popped on me. A whole lotta rocks On me, gotta get the guap, homie. Do this shit a lot, homie, I could never Flop, homie, uh. We the ones who got the streets hot. We the ones who make these niggas wanna beat The block. We the ones who make these niggas Wanna get some cash. Fuck the Gucci, we the ones who stuff Goyard Bags. He goin' out sad about the bitch, I can't go like that. Tender dick up out the ho, you know this Ain't that. I got a fan of hunnids out, All these crisp-ass racks. Had a neller opp down, left his head on Flat, splat. I just wanna touch a billion dollars. Seventy for the Cuban, could've paid to go to College. Bitch-ass clappin' louder than the feds Knockin'. Smokin' on exotic, pour a deuce, Gettin' sloppy. Movin' at a pace, you wanna race, You better speed it up. White bitch eat it up, Redbone beat it up. Niggas can't compete with us, Scotty gon' beam me Up. Salt kill snails, not players, nigga. Man, I'm tired of this shit, but the money So sweet. And the block hella hot, but a Nigga gotta eat. Call me duffle bag Larry when I'm slidin' through the East, nigga. Ridin' 'round trippin' with this heat, nigga. I been ballin' for a minute, so this shit Ain't new to me. Trippin', I just spent an M on some jewelry. Simp, he do anything for Some booty cheeks. Them is moisturized, bitch, you not foolin' me. We the ones that had you niggas focused on That bag. We the ones that pulled up in That shit and had 'em mad. We the ones that made a fuckin' killing off The glade. You trippin' off that punk rock bitch And it's sad. You don't want these ten sixteens, Nigga. Ten millimeter with a stream, Nigga. A hundred K wrapped in a tee, Nigga. The type of shit you niggas never seen, Nigga. I just wanna touch a billion dollars. Seventy for the Cuban, could've paid to go to College. Bitch-ass clappin' louder than the feds Knockin'. Smokin' on exotic, pour a deuce, Gettin' sloppy. Movin' at a pace, you wanna race, You better speed it up. White bitch eat it Up, Redbone beat it up. Niggas can't compete with us, Scotty gon' beam me Up. Salt kill snails, not players, nigga. Nigga. Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Good job. Man. Ayy, ayy.
AFN Peso, Larry June — Salt Kill Snails
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