EnergyNeverDiess - SOUR APPLE JOLLY RANCHER (feat. ADDICUSS)

Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
What what
Yea yea yea
What what

Jump in that lamb I flow
Hotter then soup
I'm bout to go cop a new
Bentley coupe
Pull up real fly and
Im bout drop the roof
Nigga talk crazy he missing his tooth's
Nigga just stay in your lane
Im bout to bring you the pain
Get that bitch wet like the lake
Most of you niggas is fake
I got that bread ima bake
Whip it up, up on the stove
Yea ugh the nigga be cold
Promise you I will not fold
Dropping the top off the
Bentley the lot
I got some hoes and there's
Plenty of thots

Diamonds in my mouth is
Making me smile
I do not want none
These haters around
Pull up on your block
And you ducking down
I'm in the city
I'm running the town
I do not hear you that
Zaza is loud
So much money coming
I can not count
Told you niggas
That I been realer
Get the bands like a big dealer
Get it hotter
Then some chinchilla
Mama told me be a rich nigga
Gotta get the bands like everyday
Make the money
Flip it every way
Choppa clapping just
Like Patty cake
Get the money nigga andale

I feel like tip
When I bring em out
Glock hit he hit em might
Walk em down
Hellcat pull up on a demon now
Breaded up still pull that visa out
I'm what these bitches
Are talking bout
Pussy be wet as some river Trout
I bring the beef to
Your mama house
Want wipe your nose
We gone wipe em out

I feel like tip
When I bring em out
Glock hut he hit em might
Walk em down
Hellcat pull up on a demon now
Breaded up still pull that visa out
I'm what these bitches
Are talking bout
Pussy be wet as some river Trout
I bring the beef to
Your mama house
Want wipe your nose
We gone wipe em out

Wuoo

Written by:
Christopher Hamilton

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