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Nigga's say they want beef
Agoff came in, up
niggers back up
Bullets back up
call for backup
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga a navy seal
it real
Niggers I'm up in field
Like a fucking man
Guns came from
We came from
Giving bag hands
nigga's like bitches
We all sitting up twenty
And I shit on eight
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never a fuck
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With that hating stuff
that

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

Agoff Is the fucking man in
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 freak
Rhymes for two time
That's may
on the street
Still just to eat
Fuck me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some get murdered
Get some murder
It's real shit
shit
Catch you up I'm real as
you fucking eyes
Out face
You be feeling
I give a fuck
some drone
Passed row
Bitches want to fuck more
She off blow
a hoe
She going to suck me at the
the
T records in the club
And we not up to fight
Just fuck a
out
Niggers out here mad
Us out you just a fag out, a fag out
you flag out
Bet it's
Have a
ass nigger
Can't get
Cause his fucking breath
on where these hoes at
Nigger where the at
You ain't bitch
Where your fly clothes at?
You, looking rat
Looking like a broke
We going to smoke weed nigger
We don't up rich
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new
Hoe that new
New hoe
new
gang

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches want to me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she to sniff it up
Suck on his girl
Yeah to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
Yeah it's a blood
Blood, cuts and raw
Yeah Jesus
Niggers know ether
Add that X on the
Bitch it's
slide you Visa
Yeah I'm ether
I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of Foreman
a grill good a meal
Yeah we be
I'm that guy too
Yeah me Tele View
Till your went
She in
To my
it's the teeth that click
SODMG
Meet Boy
We be to know
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do this
Gang
Ocean
the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing cocaine
Yeah goddamn I got a space
Man you're a disgrace
Came in first
Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my

in my wallet
Treat you like a
you on that fucking wall
Death is what pick up a
So I pick up her calls
Every day I fucking
And I'm knocking
Of your wall
Young Boy
Met my
It's
your body
Dump your
Of in
I'm boy
nothing
I'm riding on a
All day stitching clear with the bro
They don't want drama
Main they around with tats on them
Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll swarm
I don't want to them
But I knock his head of his bro
Nigger an uppercut
catch a peak shot
Riding around my
Yeah you think it's the east
Fucking with the coast
Hit his man with the best throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang
Gang
Came out the water ready for the
Nigger that shit
I'm still to get it in
This is like a
I'm my dividends
Twenty two
We ain't taking
Bro we it
we hit the block
All that fucking cash we
is staring
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
don't give me that
Bitch I'm Karl Field
Swaging with fifty clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in fucking lip
Oh god
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