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SAMSON
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Stank out, I got him, just come, you ain't see it, I ain't have
Soon as I pick up that drink, I got hat
Caret on him, yeah, I put the carpet on him, I ain't laugh
I fuck shit with Barbara in the day, she talk bad
Oh, if I got good drugs, I'll run in that cab
Didwith this, I stole a bottle, part of that big van
B-roll, you know I got these bitches in the show hall
P.P. Kurtz got a pop-talk, ho-ho
How the fuck I walk with that fire on, real cold
Right, get hanged
Right, get hanged out my pocket like an earlobe
I'm talking like an earlobe
Police ain't niggas, man, hangin' on their toes
'Cause we bad
Be bad, hold it like Coco
Rats happen, I'm tryna show off
Waxhub
Man, I'm on some of this shit, look slow-mo
I feel like I'm missin' out, them hoes got follow
Before I play with this spot here on Bo-Co
GF, I walk through the club, take photo
That's where I'm at, ain't hangin' on my polo
I'm tryna stay in here, now that's a no-no
I'm at a club, soon as I look like a ho-co
Tryin' to shit cool, but it's not enough mojo
Tryin' to drag kick and shit like I'm in the dojo
FAT DRAKE
I'm sendin' them back, they try to call us back
Ain't workin' by their name, man, they say pop-talk
All the time, tellin' me to die, I see cock-cock
Tryin' to get out of the spirit, but I'm not walk hard
Tryin' to make him down like he just thought of y'all
Y'all wanna be the one pullin' their cart
When the arc down there on 4th Ward
I ain't gon' cop, he ain't get far
I get in niggas' whack, turn them out of town
I ain't know what he buyin', just snap the bandana
Third or the fifth, and I call that a thumb
Shots, get it flyin', go straight through his face
Straight through his face
Don't cut out my dreads, that shit we gon' change
Fuck, I look like Samson
Rip shit out like the nigga has a band-aid
That ass bitch try to fuck style, can't case
Fuck, well, they tell me I got more thangs than a bat-page
I got your five-tool, 12-minute sunscreen
That's how it's going to be
Shit, blow that's propane
Drop my shit, send it back to the cocaine
Drop my shit, send it back to the cocaine
What's your name, bitch? I got no name
How many guns in the car? It's like four flames
Fuck it, fuck shit, I don't care about no thangs
Heard the pussy was wet, so I just had to bring
Durango, you know it's hard to stay in my lane
T.A. Red trying to break that ass case
Keep chasing
Proud of shoes that a Glock match made it pay
I'm robbin' and gettin' off too many days
I'm rapping
They come out with records like some bats in a cave
I would rather like some bats in the cave
I'm ain't laughin' right, turns like I'm goin' through a maze
I'm right back from right turn
Hey, why you still rappin'? I don't know, this shit pays
Niggas say they want smoke, but they shit like some haze
Dippin' shit thick, but they hoes drive me crazy
Rub a band on my glove, my bitch say that's some gays
Dippin' don't let me, they ho with my money
They ho with my baby, they ho tryin' to drive me
Every time I talk to them, they say I sound crazy
I know I'm there for some other kid
Where y'all hunted at?
Nigga, don't get wet
The better that
Play make them like I'm quarterback
Yeah, make a plan
Y'all make them plays, nigga, like I'm quarterback
I don't
Play, nigga
It's got a little snakey dragonfly
A little fake fat spread my wings and fly
Good morning
Yeah
Don't let them say I'm a
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