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J.R. Writer
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Dark Paradise
I'm hitting the trap, cooking the work Fixing them packs that be hooking the turf And the hood on alert, pushing your worth And the bitches on that look as good as the first Look at your earth, look in the world Just send her a drink 'cause she looking on thirsty Put on a skirt then get put in a hearse Put in the dirt and then pull in the shirt I got it from here, high as the lean I'm in the air, it's a private affair Why would I care? How could you dare When I pop this sit open get the rioting gear Writer is here, mami is all wet And all they keep saying is papi, come here Once I get a pair I disappear The top of the game for the top of the year, yeah
Musical drugs, scoop you a dub Scenes from above, get the user a buzz I do what I does, scoop it, I'm loved Bump into me and you blowing a hug 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I got the belt, y'all on the shelf Sick in the brain, I think I need some help You know how I play, I get the dough Might smoke to the face but don't lie to yourself I been in the league, been in the lead Roll up on niggas like Christopher Reeve You know how I get it, I get to the cheese Snowing on niggas in 60 degrees Please You don't know that I'm hot but you're holding my cock like I load every shot and get low from the cops like It's the high life, let me go through your high lights I be all night, everybody at the supermarket know you don't shop right Your swagger is off, I laugh at your flow, back at the loft You rappers are lost, have it your way' I'm feverish hot, I beat up the block, we just be on the block I know what it's worth, fuck what you heard You run out of work, just put me in a pod
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