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This shit ain't nothing to me, me
unspiritual successor to @dracula rip lil Bro 🙏
I'm smoking on that Sumerian Quasimodo carpet bomber obsequious demon whisperer runts
They said I wouldn't shit on 'em, I spread my cheeks and hit 'em with an absolute screamer
Sip some mud, everything felt alright. Popped a bean, now I wanna kill someone
I'll spin the block huffing spores to see tomorrow's stock market
My watch cost 50 bands and I still don't have time for you fuckboys
There was scat all over the pounds we shipped out for the next thirty business days
This zah got me shittin' like the Henny got me shittin', Shitception
I'm on them Nashville nibblers
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man
I was one of nine babies abandoned in the bando
DJ Mustard, let me in Dijon, let me in
She was awestruck admiring the girth, the length, the texture, the vein thickness, blood flow, color, circumcision
Percs put me on the wrong side of history almost every time
I'm movin' like French Montana—Haaanh?
When I hit it from behind, the room smells like absolute michi
Snipped the banjo string, roamed around Northern Cambodia with an open incision
This shit ain't nothin' to me, man, I'm a dog
She had a whole speakeasy behind those meat curtains
I'm at Magic City moving like the government
