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Nigga's say they want that
Agoff came in, up
Lame back up
Bullets back up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga a navy seal
Keep it
I'm up in that field
Like a fucking man
came from Pakistan
We came from
Giving bag hands
nigga's like bitches
We all sitting up twenty
And I shit on twenty
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 hating
that

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

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
my nigger TAZ
Ain't no freak
Rhymes for two time
That's may
Weed on the
Still hustle to eat
Fuck with me you
see me on the floor
I get hit niggers get murdered
Get some murder
It's that shit
shit
Catch you up I'm real as
Pull you fucking
Out your
You be shit
I don't give a
some drone
Passed row
Bitches 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 out you just a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet it's
Have a
Bitch ass
get bitches
Cause his fucking stink
on where these hoes at
Nigger where the at
You ain't fresh
Where your fly fresh at?
You, looking 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 that new
New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches want to me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she going to 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 where's
Add X on the front
Bitch Tisa
Yeah slide you
I'm like ether
Yeah I'm in the clouds uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of Foreman
Good a good a meal
Yeah we be
I'm that guy too
Yeah call me Tele
Till your went
She in
To my
Yeah the teeth that click
bitch
Meet Boy
We be getting to
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

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

Gold in my
Treat you like a
Hang you on that fucking
Death is what up a drone
So I won't up her calls
Every day I fucking
And I'm knocking
Of your fucking
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck your
Dump body
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm riding on a
All day stitching clear the drum bro
They don't their drama
Main they ride with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean
We'll swarm
I want to harm them
But I his head of his shoulder bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
Riding my hood
Yeah you it's the east coast
Fucking the west coast
Hit his man girl with the throw
Goddamn this gang splashing
Gang
Came out the ready for the action
Nigger that shit
I'm going to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm about my
two twelve
We ain't shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that fucking cash we
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn give me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with that clip
Talking on that fucking
you in your fucking lip
Oh god
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