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lirik lagu free dp (balenciaga freestyle) – prince pleiades

bip the whole the winter
slid through the summer
i ain’t f*ckin on you trick ass n*ggas wit no rubber
just imagine when they free dp up out that slumper
to be honest sh*t crazy i just really miss my brother

i be wit my b*tches in the back doin numbers
you be wit them n*ggas trynna front hitten bumpers
tha plug jus called hit me back wit them numbers
my n*ggas wit them tommy’s in the field
bubba gumpers

ugghhhhh

i think i need a cup of collard greens wit my mac n cheese
hit this one n*gga off his jack stalk em for tha beans

i be in this kitchen cookin crack servin up the feigns

sike lil n*gga that was cap
fire up the ring

rainbow jelly beans said they look like tekashi
p i been king nickname hammurabi
plug in chinatown hit em up like wassabi
put them choppas on yo ass saki n*gga make it wokky
pleiades yea they need me
i buss that backed up nut cuz i’m freaky
i know some k!llers totin .40 u got b.b
homie dis chanel buss down on me cc

grandaddy was a mac ain’t no ho in me
only f*ggot n*ggas wit tha slaps in this quarantine
break a b*tch down build her up
take her out to eat
drop her ass off at the spot watch her beat her feet (ooh)

i just got some top
oh my bad i ain’t even skeet
freak twitter lit
abolene beat my meat
nike air max did a lap
m.v.p
count a couple reasons why these rap n*ggas envy p

boss n*ggas on my iphone imight call back
can’t let a p*ssy n*gga get a bone if he off strap
hustle marathon
lil b*tch you is off track
i call my pretty bussy baghdad packin bomb ass
ughh
i been outside
gucci black slides
i can’t go inside till my money stacked high
rubber bands in my pocket help my n*gga go slide
yea u heard he was a pimp but he trickin on the side

reincarnate the rap game been dead
told my old dough boy issa a fee run my bread
n*ggas said they in the trap but they beez wit tha feds
i ain’t warnin b*tches twice better heed what i said

p’s in the trap like to cook it cook it cook it
i ain’t ask em for his chain i just took it took it took it
i just told this trick n*gga gotta book it book it book it
if you say you straight n*gga why you lookin lookin lookin
(haaan))

i like my n*ggas rough p*ssy boy stop askin
i like gang bangin ass n*ggas get it crackin
got a e.s.o. n*gga lookin like bobby brackins
imma pretty cold n*gga wit tha trips i ain’t lackin

n*ggas talking bout these bodies that they never did
all my n*ggas got them burners said i swear they never miss
i just want some booty n*gga don’t be trynna gimme kiss
like how you take care of yo shoes but don’t take care of yo kids
oh
i think i made a hunnid off of bo’
me i’m that p from the a to the o
quarantine phresh
leave ya j’s at the do’
know some n*ggas in the city make it rain in frisco

i ain’t f*ckin on you if it ain’t about them dollas
these n*ggas claim they real but they be fake around they mamas
must’ve bumped yo head n*gga trynna f*ck without no condom
b*tch im in my groove llama bussin like osama

obama
i gotta russian b*tch
oxana
dracko in gabana
pleiades tha don dada
puffin on havana paco dolce and gabana
i been in my bag
hit that road
free yatta

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- prince pleiades

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