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Nigga's say they want that
Agoff came in, up
niggers back up
Bullets back up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga like a seal
Keep it
Niggers I'm up in that
a fucking army man
Guns came Pakistan
We came from
Giving niggers bag
Treat nigga's 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
my cake up
up
up
Nigger I
With that 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 fucking man in
Never gave a fuck 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 some more
that real shit
Killer
you up I'm real as shit
Pull you eyes
Out face
You be feeling
I don't a fuck
Smoke drone
that row
Bitches want to fuck more
She off blow
a hoe
She to suck me at the party
the
T records in the club
And we not up here to
Just fuck a
out
Niggers out here mad
Us balling out you a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet it's
a drink
Bitch ass
get bitches
Cause his breath stink
He's on where these at
Nigger where the at
You ain't bitch
Where your fly fresh at?
You, broke rat
Looking like a bitch
We going to smoke some nigger
We roll up rich
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 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 know ether
Add that X on the
it's Tisa
Yeah you Visa
Yeah I'm like
Yeah I'm in the yeah uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of George
Good a grill good a
we be swarming
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah me Tele View
your bitch went
She in
To my
Yeah the teeth that click
SODMG
Soulja Boy
We be getting to
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

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

Gold in my
Treat you a stocking
Hang you on that fucking
Death is pick up a drone
So I won't up her calls
day I fucking ball
And I'm knocking
Of your wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
It's
Fuck body
Dump body
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm on a lama
All day stitching clear with the bro
They don't their drama
Main they ride around tats on them
Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll them
I don't to harm them
But I knock his head of his bro
Nigger catch an
Nigger a peak shot
Riding my hood
Yeah you think the east coast
with the west coast
Hit his man girl with the throw
Goddamn this Tisa splashing
Ocean
Came out the water ready for the
Nigger talk that
I'm still to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm my dividends
Twenty two
We ain't taking
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All fucking cash we spent
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn don't me that
Bitch I'm Karl Field
with that fifty clip
Talking on fucking ship
you in your fucking lip
Oh god
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