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22Gz

Bacardi

Bacardi

[22Gz:]
I walk in a party, I grill everybody, them biddies like who is that? I don't do Bacardi, I put up the Henny, they know where them shooters at, I speed in a Bentley, she call me, she text me, they ask if I'm screwing that, run up and we shooting that, had some work, I was moving that
I drift in a Audi, turn hunnits' to thousands, they ask how you doing that, tote guns you ain't shooting that, better duck ain't no Wooing (or moving) back, your bitch on my body, that money keep piling, them racks we ain't new to that, gang be running all through the bag, leaving bands running through the dash

[Kush Blicky:]
Had some work I was moving that, we winning, we ain't where the losers at, we shooting, he ain't shootin back, we be rapping but we really doing that. We bend then we throw it in park, ain't no talking we letting it off, got no brain just the skulls on my scarf, but how he talk tough and he soft. Super Rich to the Blickies I'm duffing her kidneys, she know that I'm shiggy, I stay with' that grippy, we spin, it gets sticky he dancing like Diddy, I'm twirling with' Dulap, we pour up a 4, now we getting drippy, we twirl through the city, I'm still in the 50s, you want me, come get me. Please don't run up cause I keep a pole, chop super sturdy like Bre Nicole, how they switch up, I could never fold, in and out jams and we never told. Geek and I drip and I wave, man I been trapping for days, baby its Taliban Gang, baby its Taliban Gang

[22Gz:]
I walk in a party, I grill everybody, them biddies like who is that? I don't do Bacardi, I put up the Henny, they know where them shooters at, I speed in a Bentley, she call me, she text me, they ask if I'm screwing that, run up and we shooting that, had some work, I was moving that
I drift in a Audi, turn hunnits' to thousands, they ask how you doing that, tote guns you ain't shooting that, better duck ain't no Wooing (or moving) back, your bitch on my body, that money keep piling, them racks we ain't new to that, gang be running all through the bag, leaving bands running through the dash

Wonder why these bitches want me, Bape with Margiela get these bitches horny, after that paper I want it, they hit them Blickies, they wan' get up on us. Look, but she trynna' get next to me, she hella' squeezed off the Hennessy, Blicky gon' sing like a melody, Xans got her rolla', her head I control her, them Taliban dump letting semis squeeze, pour up a 4, I drip I lean over, I call up Kush Blick out that lemon squeeze?,, hop out that Porsche and, let off that stick till his temple bleed, mickles and foreigns, look, but so gorgeous, gallon of Henny I'm hella' t'd, call I ignore it, too busy touring

I walk in a party, I grill everybody, them biddies like who is that? I don't do Bacardi, I put up the Henny, they know where them shooters at, I speed in a Bentley, she call me, she text me, they ask if I'm screwing that, run up and we shooting that, had some work, I was moving that
I drift in a Audi, turn hunnits' to thousands, they ask how you doing that, tote guns you ain't shooting that, better duck ain't no Wooing (or moving) back, your bitch on my body, that money keep piling, them racks we ain't new to that, gang be running all through the bag, leaving bands running through the dash

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