Testo Misery!

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Bitch
My pockets fat, your shit skinny
Bitch, I play with them racks, I got plenty
He talkin' real tough like he really about it
So we pull on his block with a whole damn semi
Bitch, I be running through money, I'm Sonic
He said that I'm trash but he copied, ironic
Had to leave that lil' white bitch, she want the money
I'ma laugh to the bank like that shit was a comic
These niggas mad I went up like a comet
Your bitch, she givin' me head like a bonnet
They be hating on me, they won't get out my comments
They keep hating on me, I don't care to be honest
These niggas really be lame to me
They goofy, they all the same to me
I look at these niggas like enemies I just pray that the fame don't get to me
You better pray that ho won't get with me
My money long, lil' nigga, like limousine
Spanish bitch, she love that Hennessy
I might just put that nigga out his misery

A lot of these niggas be jealous 'cause I'm going up, boy, you better come kill me
Your niggas speaking on me, I ain't talking a bean but we aim at his kidneys
She hit my phone, [?]
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Not going up, boy, your music is shitty
Me and my niggas riding through the city
Hanging with a biddie in a helicopter
So many bullets, he gon' need a doctor
Teach him a lesson, I don't need a proctor
Bad ho, she in the kitchen cooking lobsters
She the only one who got some options
Like a custodian, I'm finna mop shit
Hot on the beat, I'm on it just to talk shit
I hop on the beat, I'm on it just to tell a nigga how I shoot it like it's NBA
Counting the racks up, do it every day
That nigga stalking, I know where you stay
Hop in a jet, go to a different state
Hop in a jet, go to a different city
I'm in the bay, I'm balling like I'm Iggy
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I'm up in Houston, I ain't talking Whitney