1539 N. Calvert

Yeah One, one Yeah (she wanna sit on my lap) Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap (You think you know me) She wanna sit on my lap, yeah She wanna sit on my lap (da-damn, Peggy) She wanna sit on my lap (what? Hahahahaha, what? Ayy) Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap, yeah (Like three donuts) (For real, though, what, what we orderin'? (What food we gettin') (What you wanna do?) Fuck Postmates Ayy, ayy, uh, ayy, uh, what, what, what, uh, what (look man), yeah I need all (let's get it) I need all my bitches same color as Drake If they not, then they getting rocked Put that Pyrex in the pot I don't give a fuck if you out there in the 6 Suck a dick, pussy boy you getting hit with the (woo) And I'm really with the shits, so you not gon' take my hits Break my heart while I break your bitch Two black cards let me cloak my wrist Fuck a diss, boy, I'm draggin bodies like it's Metal Gear I don't care bout your fuckin' status, Peggy got no fear Jugg and I come with them bands, ayy Gun do not come with no plan, ayy Keep a Kimber at the pad, ayy Crackers never get a pass, wait Credit like my name was Chad, ayy Watch who you fucking tag babe Okay, get your demo out my face Shawty, tryna give that dick to Kelly Conway Pull my case, boy, I beat that shit like Lennon beat his bae Young O'Shea (young Ice Cube on the map) I need a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town You talking shit, I'm talking shit, you catch a beat down I know you never in the hood or in the streets now And still I'm hearing that you really want some beef now? Bruh, take your tree out my backwood Made the beat 'cause I'm that good Got your girl on her hands, Johnny 5 with the cans Fuck a blog, fuck a fan, hope my record get panned 'Least I made you niggas dance, fuck 12 nigga, stamp Oh, your body, oh, you got it On my body, my body, on my body Oh, your body, oh, you got it

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