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Nigga's say they want beef
came in, strapped up
Lame niggers up
Bullets your up
call for backup
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga like a navy
Keep it
Niggers I'm up in that
a fucking army man
Guns came Pakistan
We from Pakistan
niggers bag hands
Treat nigga's like
We all up twenty inches
And I on twenty eight
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never a fuck
my cake up
up
up
Nigger I
that fucking hating stuff
Fuck

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

Agoff Is the fucking man in
gave a fuck 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
Whip my TAZ
Ain't no freak
Rhymes for two felon
That's may
on the street
Still hustle to eat
Fuck me you defeat
see me on the floor
I get hit some get murdered
Get some murder
It's that real
Killer
you up I'm real as shit
Pull you eyes
Out face
You be shit
I give a fuck
Smoke drone
that row
Bitches want to fuck some
She off blow
a hoe
She to suck me at the party
the
T some in the club
And we not up here to
fuck a bitch
out
Niggers out mad about
Us out you just a fag out, a fag out
you flag out
Bet it's
a drink
Bitch ass
get bitches
Cause his fucking breath
on where these hoes at
Nigger the drones at
You ain't bitch
your fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking rat
Looking like a bitch
We to smoke some weed nigger
We don't roll up
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

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Hoe new vintage
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
Yeah to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
it's a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw
Yeah Jesus
Niggers know ether
Add that X on the
Bitch it's
Yeah slide you
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 View
Till your went
She in
To my
Yeah the teeth that click
SODMG
Meet Boy
We be getting to
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do shit
Tisa
Ocean
What the fuck you to do?
Bitch sniffing that
Yeah goddamn I swag got a
Man a fucking disgrace
Came in place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
in my pocket

Gold in my
you like a stocking
Hang you on that fucking
Death is pick up a drone
So I pick up her calls
day I fucking ball
And I'm pictures
Of your wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck your
your body
Of in
I'm boy
nothing
I'm riding on a
All day stitching with the drum bro
They want their drama
Main they around with tats on them
Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll them
I don't want to them
But I his head of his shoulder bro
Nigger an uppercut
Nigger catch a peak
Riding around my
Yeah you think it's the coast
Fucking with the west
Hit his man girl with the throw
Goddamn Tisa gang splashing
Gang
Came out the water ready for the
Nigger talk shit
I'm going to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm my dividends
two twelve
We ain't taking
Bro we it
we hit the block
All that fucking cash we
is staring
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn don't me that
Bitch I'm Karl Lager
Swaging with that fifty
on that fucking ship
Punch you in fucking lip
Oh god
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