| Captain Crunch Presents
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| R-R-R-RXLVND
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| Fuck wit my set, push yo shit back
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| Im in the front, you in the back
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| I got a knife, its on the strap
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| She got a friend, fuck when she nap
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| Im from the south, fuck bout a rap
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| Come to my house, won’t make it out
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| These niggas hoes, running they mouth
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| Straight with these hoes, fuck what they bout
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| These niggas wack, just want some clout
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| Fuck all this shit, where yo accounts
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| Fucking this bitch, right on my couch
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| Ape on my draws, wit dick in her mouth
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| Came out the M, made that shit out
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| I run up on him, knock his ass out
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| Now he ain’t talking no shit from no app
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| Pussy ass nigga you know that you child
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| I pull up on that bitch and she a dub
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| Thought I was gon fuck but she ain’t budge
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| Fresh as fuck like I slept in the tub
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| Molly circulate in her flesh
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| Gucci pink roses on my vest
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| I ain’t have to answer for no sex
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| She just gave me top and then I left
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| Goyard on my belt, this shit is felt
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| Ima buy a choppa for some help
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| Niggas can’t even be themselves
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| Bitch thats why I’m mobbing to the death |