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Nigga's say they that beef
Agoff came in, up
Lame back up
Bullets your up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga a navy seal
Keep it
Niggers I'm up in that
Like a army man
Guns came from
We came from
Giving bag hands
Treat like bitches
We all up twenty inches
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 fucking hating
that

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

Agoff Is the fucking man in
Never gave a fuck about the 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
Whip my TAZ
Ain't no motherfucking
for two time felon
That's may
Weed on the
Still hustle to eat
with me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some niggers get
Get some murder
It's that shit
Killer
Catch you up I'm as shit
Pull you eyes
Out your
You be feeling
I don't a fuck
Smoke some
that row
Bitches want to some more
She off blow
a hoe
She going to me at the party
the
T some records in the
And we not up to fight
Just fuck a
out
Niggers out here mad
Us balling out you a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet it's
Have a
Bitch ass
get bitches
Cause his breath stink
on where these hoes at
Nigger the drones at
You fresh bitch
your fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking rat
like a broke bitch
We going to smoke some weed
We roll up rich
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

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Hoe that new
New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches to fuck me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she to sniff it up
on his dick girl
Yeah to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
Yeah it's a clipping
Blood, and raw moves
young Jesus
Niggers where's ether
Add X on the front
it's Tisa
Yeah you Visa
Yeah I'm like
Yeah I'm in the clouds uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of Foreman
Good a grill a meal
Yeah we be
I'm that guy too
Yeah call me Tele
your bitch went
She in
To my
Yeah it's the teeth that
SODMG
Soulja Boy
We be getting to
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 sniffing cocaine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a
Man you're a disgrace
Came in place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
in my pocket

Gold in my
Treat you a stocking
Hang you on that wall
Death is what pick up a
So I pick up her calls
Every day I ball
And I'm knocking
Of your fucking
Soulja Boy
Met my
It's
Fuck your
Dump your
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm on a lama
All day stitching with the drum bro
don't want their drama
Main ride around with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Gang
swarm them
I want to harm them
But I his head of his shoulder bro
Nigger an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
Riding my hood
Yeah you think it's the coast
Fucking with the west
Hit his man girl with the best
Goddamn this Tisa splashing
Gang
Came out the ready for the action
Nigger talk shit
I'm still to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm my dividends
two twelve
We ain't taking
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that cash we spent
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn don't me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with that clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
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