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Nigga's say want that beef
came in, strapped up
Lame back up
Bullets your up
call for backup
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga a navy seal
Keep it
Niggers I'm up in field
Like a fucking man
Guns came Pakistan
We came Pakistan
Giving niggers bag
Treat like bitches
We all sitting up inches
And I on twenty eight
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
gave a fuck
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With that fucking stuff
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 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
no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two felon
may selling
Weed on the
hustle just to eat
Fuck with me you
Never see me on the
I get hit some get murdered
Get murder more
that real shit
Killer
Catch you up I'm as shit
Pull you eyes
Out your
You be feeling
I don't a fuck
some drone
Passed row
want to fuck some more
She off that
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 here mad
Us balling out you a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet it's
Have a
Bitch ass
Can't get
Cause his fucking stink
He's on these hoes at
Nigger where the at
You fresh bitch
Where fly fresh clothes at?
You, broke rat
Looking like a bitch
We going to smoke weed nigger
We don't 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 know ether
Add X on the front
it's Tisa
Yeah you Visa
Yeah I'm ether
Yeah I'm in the yeah uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of George
Good a grill a meal
we be swarming
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah me Tele View
Till bitch went
She in
To my
Yeah the teeth that click
bitch
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 that cocaine
goddamn I swag got a space
Man you're a disgrace
Came in first
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
in my pocket

in my wallet
Treat you a stocking
Hang you on that fucking
Death is what pick up a
So I pick up her calls
Every day I ball
And I'm pictures
Of fucking wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck body
Dump your
Of in
I'm boy
nothing
I'm riding on a
All day stitching with the drum bro
They want their drama
Main they ride around with on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean
swarm them
I want to harm them
But I his head of his shoulder bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
around my hood
Yeah you think it's the coast
Fucking the west coast
Hit his man girl with the throw
this Tisa gang splashing
Ocean
Came out the water ready for the
Nigger talk shit
I'm going to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm about my
Twenty two
We ain't shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that fucking cash we
is staring
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn give me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with that fifty
Talking on that fucking
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
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