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Verse 1 West Side Mike aka Hurricane Mike:

I don't smoke crack muh fucka I sell it
Put me on the verse and you know Imma kill it
Life is like an orange and hurricane gon peel it
And my music so sick that no doctor can heal it
Lipichok loves avocados, rt that
Avocados turn to guacamole, I eat that
Purp gang everyday until I die, believe that
Thirsty thotties searching for the truth, I speak that
Get up out my way man I'm late to 4th period
Mr. Spike will not be happy this dude get so furious
Slide into his class he doesn't notice how hilarious
Blumpkins in the bathroom, that was an experience
Man I'm serious, I hit a home run
Ran around the bases lookin faded cuz I'm so gone
Took a nap, hopped up out the bed and turned my swag on
Hit the booth with my goons and rapped on this forever song



Verse 2 Tommy:

Hear us in the club company banging through the speakers
Coppin roshe runs then I chill with Austin beigger
Mr. baedke is one of my favorite teachers
We making plays out on the field while you're sitting in the bleachers
Uhh Sean dee watching from the nosebleeds
Confidence is key like I'm Parker Michel shooting threes while
Going through the layup line listening to my mp3
Like my names Connor McPhee strapped with some skull candies
Rolling like a bowling alley right to the DMs
Getting so many girls I think that I should be condemned
South ridge mall with Ryan stall
When I'm in the batting cage better believe I'll kill em all
Yogurt off a spoon while I drink a blue lagoon
It's like I'm sittin in a hottub when I'm bathing in the poon
Two handies in the book and it's not even quite noon
Don't like it when a thottie smells like a crab rangoon
Then we'll hop on a bus and take a bus ride out to Boone
See a few bad bitches and couple of raccoons
John bisignano throwing pitches when it's June
Time to go get some hoes hope you have a good afternoon


Verse 3 Gizzy:

Here we go this is the finale don't forget it yo
Me and champagne papi always shecmin on the very low
Don't get mad at me cuz I won't get brained up by a ratchet hoe
Fuck no! Uh oh!
My car just ran over his toe
Company's bout to take off and we gona rap over at Veisha
Sitting down and rhyming like my Black girl named Myesha
Back into the game and they know
My nuts aren't gonna twist anymo
snatch looks like some sloppy joe
Convo go do she blow? Ya she blow!
My flow and I reunited
My grandma is nearsighted
These hoe ass thots got uninvited bang!
Im not finished yet I'm here to make the Bitches wet
My first names max last names guest
sit on my face is my only request
I kill it on the bump
I love a tricep pump
makin cash like Donald trump
Post 620 cougs on a 10 game win streak
Bout to leave for kairos with my main man grant meek


Forever

second release of the "S On My Chest Mixtape"

Coming Home

Papi Games

Loud

West-Side-Paradise

WDM, Iowa.

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