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The Lone Wolf: A Rock Tribute to Geralt of Rivia
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T. D.
T. D.
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Ain't gotta ask i'm riding, uh I stay fresh like trident gum I wanted her right beside me but I cut her off cause she was acting childish Big stick on me like I was Poseidon Walk on the strip I got these bitches eyeing me Got amiri jeans Za pack fucking up my hygiene Pop out, I be pulling they strings when I rock out She ain't mean she just talk loud Fah, Fah, Fah, you know thats the chop sound We pullin up wet the block down, drenched Boy I don't care bout no kids She all on my dick I don't gotta use rizz Hit from the back damn near pulled off her wig Now she throwing a fit Money is all that I live for You niggas piss poor I up the Blick score That ain't my bitch thats his whore I want some diamonds on top of my teeth I need a smile thats neat Bad dog but i'm still getting treats Bad dog leaving shit on her sheets I'm a hound you a mutt Break it down roll it up Fuck what a nigga think, hundred thousand ain't enough I need millions and above, might need me a bigger bank Same shit different day, I run down on an opp any given day Everything unexpected can't pick a fate And this glock is too hot need to refrigerate Turned that standard 15 to 20 with a mag extension How we come from rags to riches Boujiee only fuck the baddest bitches Cops goofy you ain't patting shit bitch I walk around in this bitch like a loomis man If you think that you killing me do it then Aim that chop at his piggies they do a dance I just go in there blind I don't use a plan Ain't gotta ask i'm riding, uh I stay fresh like trident gum I wanted her right beside me but I cut her off cause she was acting childish Big stick on me like I was Poseidon Walk on the strip I got these bitches eyeing me Got amiri jeans Za pack fucking up my hygiene Pop out, I be pulling they strings when I rock out She ain't mean she just talk loud Fah, Fah, Fah, you know thats the chop sound We pullin up wet the block down, drenched Boy I don't care bout no kids She all on my dick I don't gotta use rizz Hit from the back damn near pulled off her wig Now she throwing a fit
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