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Nigga's say want that beef
Agoff came in, up
Lame back up
your back up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga a navy seal
Keep it
I'm up in that field
Like a army man
Guns came from
We came Pakistan
niggers bag hands
Treat nigga's like
We all sitting up twenty
And I shit on twenty
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never gave a
my cake up
up
up
Nigger I
With that fucking hating
that

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

Agoff Is the man in here
Never gave a about the next man
I'm the best 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
for two time felon
That's may
on the street
Still hustle to eat
with me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some niggers get
Get murder more
It's real shit
shit
Catch you up I'm real as
Pull you eyes
Out your
You be shit
I don't give a
Smoke some
Passed row
Bitches to fuck some more
She off blow
a hoe
She to suck me at the party
the
T some records in the
And we not up to fight
Just a bitch
out
Niggers out mad about
Us out you just a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet pink
Have a
ass nigger
Can't get
Cause his breath stink
He's on where these at
Nigger the drones at
You ain't bitch
Where your fly clothes at?
You, broke rat
Looking like a bitch
We going to smoke some nigger
We don't up rich
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

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New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches to fuck me
me
me
Cocaine on my
she going 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, and raw moves
young Jesus
Niggers where's ether
Add that X on the
it's Tisa
Yeah slide you
Yeah I'm like
I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of Foreman
a grill good a meal
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me View
Till your went
She in
To my
it's the teeth that click
SODMG
Soulja Boy
We be to know
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do this
Gang
Ocean
What the fuck you to do?
Bitch that cocaine
Yeah I swag got a space
Man a fucking disgrace
Came in first
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
in my pocket

Gold in my
Treat you like a
Hang you on fucking wall
Death is what up a drone
So I won't up her calls
day I fucking ball
And I'm pictures
Of your wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck body
your body
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm on a lama
All day stitching with the drum bro
They want their drama
Main they ride with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean
We'll swarm
I want to harm them
But I knock his of his shoulder bro
Nigger catch an
Nigger catch a peak
Riding my hood
you think it's the east coast
Fucking with the west
Hit his man girl with the throw
Goddamn this Tisa splashing
Ocean
Came out the ready for the action
Nigger talk shit
I'm going 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 cash we spent
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn give me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with that fifty
Talking on that ship
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
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