Louis to Norway Slam yo ass right on stage, make the floor shake Ain’t nobody leaving, Show, cover the doorway Nina, ménage a trios, fuck what his whore say The deuce deuce give em a kiss, that’s foreplay (4 play) I match that Glock with a Fif, that’s how I throwaway I snap and toss Shotty out that window like a throwaway Y’all gon fuck around and get this sweet boy shot You cross this line I shoot the tre, no 3 point shot Double meaning, you cross the line there’s no 3 point shot But when I say I shoot the tre- Who’s supposed to be the champ up north? Pat Stay? Man look.
They said I wasn’t gon show up, that’s what the real talk was about Well I showed up with Showwoutt and you know he show out, i have him beatcha till ya blood fly all in the crowd all of the crowd My city a real life jungle, I ain’t ever shook at night I seen them Raptors up close before they booked my flight What you 85 pounds? Ha ha ha … I mean you look that light I could drop you off a jab, so imagine if I hook that right I got killers running back in the field, no Forte Respected everywhere from St.
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