My nigga Pharris life Ain’t No Joke
Victoriouz keep your eyes open, nigga
Be careful with bitches
All these bitches is diggers
They say she love you forever
Next thing be fuckin’ your nigga
Need a bitch to get with it
That’s why I need me a
I just fuck her and pass her
I might slide her some Fendi
Shorty say she three hunnid
And she all ’bout Debit
She said she scared of the
Well shorty, that’s how I’m livin’
Either fame or cars
It wouldn’t make me no difference
I just caught me a bird
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Twitter
Light skin redbone peanut butter, no
Or maybe cool as a fan, or either darker than
This the life that I’m livin’
I want part of it all
I’m like a star to a mall
So I Target ’em all dolce & Gabbana
Gucci, Louis, and Prada
True Religions, and Rockins
Ralph Lauren and Robbins
Ain’t gotta stunt ’cause I got ’em
Soon as they drop it I cop it
Lead the lot with a foreign
Finna go slide on my foreign 2013, I got it
Last two years I’ve been trappin’
You addicted to bitches
And I’m addicted to rappin’
All white leather lookin’ just like a napkin
All my niggas, they drillin’
They say that we be trappin’ let’s get it
Homicide, homicide, it’s a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it’s a homicide
For 48, real life is a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitchin’
Or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it’s a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it’s a homicide
For 48, real life is a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitchin’
Or he traumatized
I cut the lock off
Like champagne tops, I pop off
Free Reggie and free Lil Charles
K9 blitz, they some dogs
That MAC’ll knock his top off
That said, “Drop his top off”
Run up and you get dropped off
LL-button-up-Cool J
My diamonds red like Kool-Aid
My Rollie watch say, “Too late”
I’m mad as head like toupees
A lot of niggas fugazi
I’m in the trap like 2 Chainz
‘cept I got like four chains say no names
You talkin’, you get duct tape
What’s like to have that
These ho’s they in a dub race
Fuck me, then fuck BJ shout out to the DJ
In the field where we play
You pussys better behave
I’m runnin’ home like relays let’s get it
Homicide, homicide, it’s a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it’s a homicide
For 48, real life is a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitchin’
Or he traumatized
Homicide, homicide, it’s a homicide
Man down, shots fired, it’s a homicide
For 48, real life is a homicide
He in the morgue, always snitchin’
Or he traumatized
Free twin free Bruh Bruh
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