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Nigga's say they that beef
came in, strapped up
Lame niggers up
Bullets your up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga a navy seal
Keep it
Niggers I'm up in field
a fucking army man
Guns came from
We came Pakistan
niggers bag hands
Treat like bitches
We all sitting up twenty
And I shit on twenty
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
gave a fuck
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With fucking hating stuff
Fuck

But I'm a lip
Twenty's
Got my on my mind
I'm out of
So fly
Need fucking land to give

Agoff Is the man in here
Never gave a about the next man
Nigger I'm the man
I'm the hit man
Leaning on
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See I
Got a A
Get my all day
my nigger TAZ
Ain't no motherfucking
Rhymes for two time
may selling
Weed on the
Still hustle to eat
Fuck me you defeat
see me on the floor
I get hit some get murdered
Get murder more
It's real shit
shit
Catch you up I'm as shit
you fucking eyes
Out face
You be shit
I don't a fuck
Smoke drone
Passed row
Bitches want to fuck some
She off blow
a hoe
She going to suck me at the
the
T some records in the
And we not up here to
Just a bitch
out
Niggers out here mad
Us balling out you a fag out, a fag out
you flag out
Bet it's
a drink
Bitch ass
get bitches
Cause his fucking stink
on where these hoes at
Nigger where the at
You fresh bitch
your fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking rat
Looking like a bitch
We going to some weed nigger
We roll up rich
new
Feeling
new
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Killer
new

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New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches want to me
me
me
Cocaine on my
she going to sniff it up
Suck on his dick
going to get it up
you
you
But I never you
Yeah it's a clipping
Blood, and raw moves
Yeah young
Niggers know ether
Add X on the front
Bitch Tisa
Yeah you Visa
I'm like ether
Yeah I'm in the yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of Foreman
a grill good a meal
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me Tele
Till your bitch
She in
To my
Yeah it's the teeth click
SODMG
Meet Boy
We be to know
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do shit
Gang
Ocean
the fuck you want to do?
Bitch that cocaine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a
Man you're a fucking
in first place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
Money in my

Gold in my
Treat you a stocking
you on that fucking wall
Death is what pick up a
So I pick up her calls
Every day I fucking
And I'm pictures
Of fucking wall
Young Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck your
Dump your
Of in
I'm boy
nothing
I'm riding on a
All day clear with the drum bro
don't want their drama
Main they ride around with on them
Tisa Gang, Gang
We'll swarm
I want to harm them
But I his head of his shoulder bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
Riding my hood
Yeah you think the east coast
with the west coast
Hit his man girl the best throw
Goddamn this gang splashing
Gang
Came out the water ready for the
Nigger talk shit
I'm still to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm my dividends
Twenty two
We ain't shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that fucking cash we
is staring
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
don't give me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with that clip
Talking on that fucking
Punch you in fucking lip
Oh god
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