King shit
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Mhm. 1919 Let's go, let's go off the glass, Vanna. Hollow mixed Let's go show Havana caches on your block and I'm snapping like photos What say cheese? I let the phone popping throw more shots than Robocop. I'm heated in the street So hot smoke make catches of the ozone drop My ***, we got the fruity is riding hard with the way and you're moving it through When you hold You think your **** blocking But its not working I'm blocked shots popping muscle rapid fire My trigger finger looks like it's pop locking Ride for money And I got to SK That'll make the Energizer Bunny stop popping the teams out Rock shopping Why the cops watching you *** is not balling with your text Me like I'm about to be on blades like Wesley Snipes. You wanna test me, right? I got November Beretta that make you binge on December in heaven because I'm blowing up **** like bin Laden on September 11th but hot ones and I ****** your ***** with an iceberg Condom doing away and grab my meat said Suck it, please. You might as well, because you were right like Chuck E. Cheese. Get on your ******* knees. The name is Havana, *****. I got an SKs with a 50 round banana clip and I ride with this plus kicking front. Does. Like I said, I like to spin and cop more ice than a few coolers on the escalator. 24 inches like two rulers. I'm dodging the white and blue I stay on the black like a fire hydrant And I never get tired of writing my stretch the rubber out Now my tires is crying I hit the app sideways because crying I said, we all hustle us. I mean, Rennie is small. A tweet tweet. Can't forget about Paul Martin named Frankie. Now we're really going to take an attack with his, right. You get an extra rectum with that? I got Kaya, bullets hit in your neck and your back my whole clapping with big cats Go click clack spreading up. I have my boy miles he got has for six out here we've grinds And what you're telling us we hit more licks Crack that r Kelly's tongue and my brother went eight is out of jail. Yeah, this is gonna be catching a lot of ****. I really ain't got to tell you nothing about side fire. She's shining now. Everybody want to wrap fires off the glass. We need to track their believe Taylor got close to so respect my nieces print to my left. Read a Tina. Hey, man, what's up? My flow on in this ************* plenty, man. Come on, man. I'm trying to rip. You try to keep going. ****, yeah. You already know. ******* bring the beat back in there. Look, my *** ***, let's go. Sure what time it is, baby? Oh, you know, I'm trying to flip candy paint, and I thank God that my big sister Candy came on my show. Man, she's sweeter than candy cane. Supported a little brother and wrap it again. You know what that feels like? A, You know, a little bit of mechanical brushing in myself Come from 1 to 10. Back to back, you know? Well, my ***, we ride it all night trying to get back All the armed robberies is what I specialize in. Cash ***, A banner can I'll be going. There are It's money over *******. I want the tax man. I got an SKs for *** gonna knock the hustle to that *** that reid, my boy, We're gonna get your *** man off the glass, ***. And I know you can't get enough of them Fabulous hollow boy Let me keep nasty my *** norms and special thanks to feel mostly for putting that hillside pride and everybody you **** Billy got motherfuckers like home on your dog for sure, *** field got to step close under Like *** Still got little white dude like I'm an old billionaire man a *** field Got my dogs like just playing ****. Sad for her holiday front baby A song I'll out your boy h cash off the glass Hollow mixed Take, Let's go Yeah!