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in this party - 4ep casino lyrics

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dissing the dead
they need to stop it
n*ggas be cap
that ain’t your body
i’m in the backseat full of this gas
you n*ggas pop x pills and roxy’s
crack that 4
imma tweak out
n*gga bet not get me started
i don’t give a f*ck where i’m at
best believe i’m strapped regardless
i almost shot the promoter
because he ain’t wanna pay
imma gangster
i ain’t just no artist

i don’t give a f*ck where we at
reach this neck
you’ll get stretched in this party
she hollering out she love me
while wе f*cking
b*tch stop flauging
n*ggas be knowing, these hoеs be going
i don’t know why they acting r*t*rded

i want a b*tch with a fat ass
who shaped like megan
or look like cardi
can’t get in this car
if you ain’t having no motion
every n*gga with me popping
they say my feature prices too high
what i’m worth
that’s what i’m charging
exotic jeep
not the regular one
under the hood
supercharger
n*ggas mad
they can’t keep up with me
lurking and stalking my page
so much sh*t in my closet
i don’t know what to wear
prada or bathing ape
n*ggas be tryna save these hoes
i swear
they need them a cape
and the crazy part is
these hoes don’t even wanna be saved

300 blackout
gone chase em’
this fully (blrrrd)
erased em’
n*ggas so tough on the net
in reality, these n*ggas ain’t even gangsta
f*ck a belt
pass me that switch
to your ass
i’m giving out spankings
you ever did some to me
don’t get too comfortable
b*tch you in danger
im blowing gas
93 in my lungs
i’m blowing out octane
this a widebody
can’t get beside this car
i’m hogging both lanes
this glock on my side fully automatic
make it sing like t*pain
all this water on me
i’m flooding the city
b*tch imma hurricane

tap the gas
in the cat
that hoe lifted
they offered me a deal
and i ripped it
she threw me that p*ssy
and i gripped it
straight to the bedroom
and kilt it

sick of n*ggas trying to act gangster
in reality, they some prankers
i’ll f*ck your b*tch with my finger
slamming sh*t like kurt angle
n*gga got scared when he seen my face
tried to run
tried to hop the gate
put a n*gga ass on skates
fox13
put em on tape
got my b*tch name on my face
she p*ssed me off
i got it covered up
this rap sh*t
just a n*gga image
i’ll still go and suit up

dissing the dead
they need to stop it
n*ggas be cap
that ain’t your body
i’m in the backseat full of this gas
you n*ggas pop x pills and roxy’s
crack that 4
imma tweak out
n*gga bet not get me started
i don’t give a f*ck where i’m at
best believe i’m strapped regardless
i almost shot the promoter
because he ain’t wanna pay
imma gangster
i ain’t just no artist

i don’t give a f*ck where we at
reach this neck
you’ll get stretched in this party
she hollering out she love me
while we f*cking
b*tch stop flauging
n*ggas be knowing, these hoes be going
i don’t know why they acting r*t*rded

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