350 Rupees

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[Verse 1]
My Diaphragm filled with that Cheap smoke
Its so sour dawg
Its still so fucking clean though
Didn’t even shower dawg
Snort all that powder dawg
Puffing gave me power like my grills tastingg Walter dawg
and you never safe from my lick hitting
El Nido been needing bricks, here’s the stick kitten
Give up your phone, wallet, and other items
Before you get your face blown off, and fucking lighten
In fucking brighton, in the bright day
You know we fucking coming after you like MJ
With kids in his pocket
Bitch i have a pocket
Knife, for you bitches, you do not wanna pop it
We might just pop it, squeeze it
Teasing bitchеs, tryna cum for no particular reason
So bitch STFU this ain't no fucking song
Bithes tryna come up on this thеy wear no fucking thong

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[Verse 2]
Hey Dude, stray dude, come near ill spray you
Poison in your gumbo, you cud say tjat I laced you
Face 2 blunts, thats nothing
Face two more, still nothing
Phase 2 bitch ill fuck em, like a daily basis
This gun is really racist
Your skin is really light and
I say i kinda like that
Cuz of my dark pigment
So how about we get together
Im not talking about
An actual nine, but these inches is fine
Ya kna wa mean