Bless The Booth (Freestyle) Lyrics
Ever since a youngin been a bad muthafucker, now I’m out in New York ballin hard at the Wyckoff, Benjamin's on my plate money hungry whats for supper, run up on the Glock poof yeah you know wassup ugh, big straps on me like I’m G I Joe I be dripping double g’s from my head to my toes, bankroll on me and you know it can’t fold, all this got damn gold I’m a young pharaoh, yeah Glock or Big Glock or Glizzock yeah, you still get popped ugh, same shit ugh, no lame shit ugh, lane switch yeah, watch this ugh, yeah brand new Pattek ugh, I had to have it ugh, and its splashy ugh, yeah its tragic ugh, ballin like I’m magic ugh, been plenty yeah, Shaq ugh have heart attacks with these racks damn, dead mans in my pocket ugh, ballin is a hobby put my dick in hoes esophagus, ouh I get broccoli, splashing hoes chocolate, ouh dark chocolate Jamaican bitch she thick as shit, young nigga superstar, ballin real hard, I don’t give a fuck about a nigga or a broad ugh, I just hustle hard get my job and play my cards ugh, on some king shit and yous a little bitty boy
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