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Serge Ibaka (Explicit) - JayFrm318
Lyrics by：JayFrm318
Composed by：JayFrm318
Feelin like baskin my niggas be robbin
Dese niggas p***y you know dey be flodgin
Freaky lil ***** yea she suckin she toppin
When I get in da booth it get hot like some takis
Glocc 22 you know how I purge
She missin dis dicc yea she feelin an urge
Yall ain't been on da blocc yall ain't been on da curb
I go hard in da paint yea I'm feelin like serge
Ibaka my niggas gone wet up yo blocc huh
Which one of you niggas can stop us
In la like I play for da dodgers
Ima get to da green like I'm rodgers
Aaron can't wait till I drive a mclaren
Dese niggas be opps he starin
Cmon nigga let's slide on his parents
Cmon nigga let's slide on his folks
Ima up wit da glocc hit his throat
No grill but we lettin off smoke
Plenty hunnits but you niggas be broke
Copped a bag den I got all my weight up
Don't get close if you niggas gone change up
You smoke joes yea we smokin on tapers
I got bruddas dats gone shoot like da blazers
Dese niggas be splinter dese niggas be rodents
If you get in my way ima kill all opponents
Might crack me a grin but a nigga ain't jokin
Gotta dirty lil ***** yea she slurpin she chokin
Lil bro mari gone pull up and cut
She can't come to my house if she not throwin no butt
When I nut on her face she get filled wit disgust
Gotta three five wood and it's filled wit some runtz
Ayeeeeee my niggas gone slide everyday
I know niggas who clutchin dem k's
We got choppas we'll pull out and spray
Y'all niggas can't **** wit da gang
From da jungle and I can't be tamed
From da souf where **** ain't da same
From da boot where dem bodies gone lay
If it's beef den I'll pull up and meet him
30 shots yea dem bullets gone greet him
I got drip like it's hurricane katrina
Say you hungry dis choppa gone feed 'em
He got caught in da jam now he pray to allah
Oh p***y a*s nigga dat ain't even yo god
Yea it's big 4 bidnezz yea I stay wit a rod
Dat choppa gone rest you like you came out da spa
Woah you already know I'm on go
My big 'cuz he stucc up da road
I can't wait to my nigga come home
I get money you flex wit a loan
Yall be broke but my pockets on swole
Gotta bad ***** callin my phone
I can't sign no deal I ain't sellin my soul
