Damier Squares

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Four50 - Rap, New York Drill

Damier Squares

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Whole lotta racks in the middle How I get money? I made it a riddle Whole lotta water you ripple Play with the G I'ma make you a victim (Yeah) Bready on blue bag crippin I was just broke I ain't wanna be crippled BAH BAH BAH Now he popped like a pimple Put so simple but niggas be dying off sippin He not for the team, he a mascot And bro had a ki with a bad lock Booked for the bag When I had a G in the Jansport I'ma go man to man up on the court We in the street while that boy on a porch Still ain't jump off Make sure he dead better dump more (UH UH OKAYY) Niggas ain't with it they robots Do what the rest do, hit up a opp block I get it times 2, I'm outta time 2 Get on my dick make her blow like Kah zoo Get it KAZOO Breaking her back and I'm bending the rules I'd rather jewels than diamonds Pack touched down like a lineman Get her some Pucci I don't need her crying I never cap I ain't cat in the hat I got that shit off the runway it's rare I hit her home when I'm at the bat Circle be tight my only squares is a DAMIER I know a hoe gonn choose Bob the builder yea I stay with some tools For the amusement get parked She do my dick for a gift card Niggas see oppers and act like Ray Charles Fuck bout a rap beef I ain't Raekwon (UH UH OKAYY) Whole lotta racks in the middle How I get money? I made it a riddle Whole lotta water you ripple Play with the G I'ma make you a victim (Yeah) Bready on blue bag crippin I was just broke I ain't wanna be crippled BAH BAH BAH Now he popped like a pimple Put so simple but niggas be dying off sippin

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Writers
  • Iekeel Hasty