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• Artiste: Drego & Beno
• Titre: Vaxuum Sealed
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Boy (Meech) Man I ain't gon' lie, I ain't shit without my vacuum seal Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil' Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill You was a bitch back in the day, you a ho still Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel Get your bitch, she on my D-I Yeah, I be with five niggas, bitch, like I'm B.I. (On Bloods) Made a hundred thou' on the road in a Nissan Had niggas runnin' 'round givin' tips like they T.I. Kinky freaky bitch, I'm pullin' down her knee-highs I watched her snort three lines, Adidas She let me fuck, then I threw her ass the peace sign Man, these niggas sell they soul for a cosign I'll turn your bag up like a doorknob I sent her out with the dog, that's a blowjob Nigga all on my dick, that's his ho job I done ran through more scripts than Beaumont Get the bag to you quick in a Jimmy Johns Who done caught more bodies than 50— shh The load on timeout, I keep it quiet for the vacuum seal She say she want that new Saint Laurent on the back of the heels I love it when she suck dick and moan, yeah, it turn me up Five, six, seven Perc', bitch, yeah, I'm booted up She said can she hold somethin'? Told a bitch to hold these nuts Spread them legs, get on the bed, baby, yeah, I love to fuck I ain't gon' lie, I ain't shit without my vacuum seal Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil' Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill You was a bitch back in the day, you a ho still Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel On the 7 with a thigh pad like I'm Mike Vick Blicky in the other pocket, better not try to try shit Oversized Helmut Lang, Mike Amiris tight fit Pint of Wock', zip of Runtz, chillin', on my high shit Boy, who not trippin'? 2016, she wouldn't fuck, but now I got chicken You dressin' up for the hoes, I'm in the Crocs with it Shooter down bad, so he gon' hit him in his top with it Thirty shots the fully way, now he on Fox with it Shit, that's some bad news Thousand-dollar Bape, show my ass like a baboon Christian Loubs on my feet, finna flash blue Gen5 with me even when I'm in the bathroom 201, 101, I got a puncher with me This is not a Scatpack, it's a fuckin' kitty Hellcats, hellcats, fuckin' up the city Ride around dolo, but I got another hundred with me Fell asleep off the drugs, woke up to a package Wake up and get my pros up, it's a habit, huh I ain't gon' lie, I ain't shit without my vacuum seal Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil' Get your bitch, she eat dick, she ain't got no chill You was a bitch back in the day, you a ho still Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel