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Terrance Escobar You Not A Felon

I want the M's: Mayweather
Niggas some cops, these niggas be telling
Boy you know you not a felon
Cock back the Glock, then aim for yo' melon

Yeah, Flit, Shuh
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Esco had to kill this shit
Nawmsaying?

[Hook]
Pull out the stick, pop at ya spine
Hop in the Bent, go for a ride
Suck on her tits, hit from behind
Rub on her clit, it's a massage
See through the cap
See through the lies
A nigga run up
A nigga get fied
I'm in the A time to get high
I'm in LA time to get fly

None' of these niggas want pressure
Shooter came in with the extra
We play the chess, no checkers
I just been running my check up
I am so sick need a checkup
Come get this bitch
Come and check her
I am the best nothing lesser
Give me the neck, she like, "yes sir"
Flex on that bitch like a wrestler
Feeling like Elon, I'm whipping a Tesla
Nigga this chess, no checkers
Grind on these niggas, I'm feeling like Sheckler
I want the M's Mayweather
Niggas some cops, these niggas be telling
Boy you know you not a felon
Cock back the Glock, then aim for ya' melon

Off-white Air Force 1's
The niggas that you running with won't shoot none'
Pockets on swole weigh a ton
Trynna' gain 50 racks in a f..cking month

Kick this shit like a punt
Only smoke backwoods, nigga f..ck blunts
Bad bitch do what I want
These niggas my seeds, these niggas my sons

Kick this shit like a Don
Four-finger ring, I feel like Big Sean

These niggas be lurking
I really be working
These niggas snakes like serpents
I got the wave I'm surfing
Smoke up some cookie
Then pour up some purple
Pour up some lean
Sip like a fiend
Count up the green
She off the bean

Pull out the stick, pop at ya spine
Hop in the Bent, go for a ride
Suck on her tits, hit from behind
Rub on her clit, it's a massage
See through the cap
See through the lies
A nigga run up
A nigga get fied
I'm in the A time to get high
I'm in LA time to get fly

None of these niggas want pressure
Shooter came in with the extra
We play the chess, no checkers
I just been running my check up
I am so sick need a check up
Come get this bitch
Come and check her
I am the best nothing lesser
Give me the neck, she like, "yes sir"
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