cooley high
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got like 2 rat hoes and 4 rich bitches nigga this a k you ain't living for no stitches everybody know that you be lyin' but the bitches it's always the bums who in everybody business
off this drank, I bet I catch a opp before I catch a cold you gotta quit putting yo' trust in niggas who ain't never rode used to think my nigga was a hunnid 'til his colors showed really wanna get a bitch but these hoes be too quick to fold
when them demons slide , we come in disguise , we identify , homicide , we spend through yo block , leave you traumatized.
i want 'em to see my face when I walk down , ain't no disguise we'll still creep on you , I'll make time. two to the dome , it's for sure he died i know he finished , don't go check , I got bullets you can't survive... better enjoy that life you livin', these blue tips eat you alive
leave the scene in a hellcat , come back in a tesla i can't just be fuckin' anybody , i'm a special dude fucked so many hoes , a nigga fuck my bitch , that's acceptable he said he had a sealed pint of act , it was questionable go and try to snatch my chain , i dare you to i just want some money , baby , so right now...
he upped that bitch on Instagram , I told him tag me in it. i want a hundred for my drank , ain't no deals or bargains . . my shooter head fucked up , he'll kill his mama ... my bitch barely complain - I'm really the problem . . walked in the crib and broke her phone 'cause I feel like arguin' .