Nyr

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Yoh, it's TFN season Yall mother fuckers, been mother fuck Yall niggas (yeah,sure) Yall nigga man (Mash are you ready) Yeah My shit lives longer this year, new stock on my wish list They ain't fontin this year, no no They was bluffin, that ain't stunin thanks for nothing Still bluffin, nah fuck it thanks for nothing Head coach, let's play Giving a pass to the backstage Two chains, blue Jays, cava the sauce at my age Stick up at the parking lot Yeah we made out I done come a long (yeah) Never had non, pass on my nigga the blunt Nigga don't function, gang gang niggas a lot Hoppin I'm gone, fede they know it's seven o'clock Came outta the box, cava the niggas rejecting the sauce You don't wana know what I keep in sock You been in the stu but you never make sure I know the sweets and I go send them in bulk Why don't they let us to come in the door I don't need permission I ain't got a boss You been singed now keeping the clothes Can't be on top forever, nigga where is D'banj Said I come with a demo, fuck your life Got a yellow mami call her pikachu And the sun hella yellow, we need a pool Don't need a gun, you got a body guard you just a punk Smoking my lung, all you niggas got funds You getting paid by the end of month Night time, with the right guys we never analyze what you talking bout In a paradise, Living kinda nice better check them guys bloody parasites Yeah, them niggas dykes when I post a light Tryna fuck her man, yeah the pussy tight I'm the mompalestine only nigga that's fucking your dime Yeah My shit lives longer this year, new stock on my wish list They ain't fontin this year, no no They was bluffin, that ain't stunin thanks for nothing Still bluffin, nah fuck it thanks for nothing Head coach, let's play Giving a pass to the backstage Two chains, blue Jays, cava the sauce at my age Stick up at the parking lot Yeah we made out I done come a long (yeah) Yeah My lines like the first episode of a new series nigga pilot Flying over niggas heads but I never said never tweet about it Get your mans, get your mans that nigga dead, cava chalk lining Full gang on stage now it ain't safe, with me and mami wildin Full set, only when the money pay for my dues Get in and go, left in the mall then we ride and deuce Shana, clouck and vani put the album out now we talking new racks New rappers on the chopping block feel a gouble up new tesh Now niggas got a low key level up, pick up on a pace after new wave Or follow one, need praise Coz we ain't talk top-deck, when we talk about the bar we raise it See now you messing with a couple hood niggas that finna make it Santshung le bale badi sauce with a double g hashtag Santshung le bale badi boss, niggas government thats facts Say you with my chest up, my niggas behind you I can back that And if the name ain't tk, three, two, tee dub, fuck you that's that Yeah My shit lives longer this year, new stock on my wish list They ain't fontin this year, no no They was bluffin, that ain't stunin thanks for nothing Still bluffin, nah fuck it thanks for nothing Head coach, let's play Giving a pass to the backstage Two chains, blue Jays, cava the sauce at my age Stick up at the parking lot Yeah we made out I done come a long (yeah)