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forever 16 - vuitton lyrics

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[intro]
(yeah, yeah)
(vui steppin’ with heat)
(huh, yeah yo)
(yeah yo)
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[verse]
(siplyfe)
aim it at your head, boy he dead
she tryn’ give me head
i blow up the spot, hoe, tote my f and n
b*tch i’m smoking good dope, hotboxing my den, yo don’t you smoke my dead

(when i see your b*tchass in real life*)
rip my nijah, say it louder, what i said?
b*tch i hit my ganja, i’mma rip this for the feds
free my n*ggas locked up, free dotty, free my mans
them boys could get popped up, i’m stocked up

with bullets hit his mata, my bullets hit the cha*cha hoe
get no b*tch knocked up, i f*ck her then pull out that hoe
they said whats up, the radar, yeah they watch us bros
i keep a glock tucked i run up i’m gon’ spray ten more

[chorus]
ten hoes in the telly f*ck each one
ten bands in the chase, i don’t need none
i still f*ck your b*tch, your ex, then some
i still got like 50 more up in this drum
switch the pistol to a draco then go dumb
shoot the kid, he get to singin’ like trey songz
i’mma put some indicuh up in a bong
that b*tch suck my d*ck, i feel like che, she pick my bone

[outro]
(pick my bone, pick my bone)
(that b*tch suck my d*ck, i feel like che she pick my*)
(yeah)
(yeah yeah)
(pick my bone, bone)

(but when i see your b*tch ass in real life, just remember when you called me a skul clone, and i’mma beat the f*ck out your b*tch ass)

- vuitton lyrics

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