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Nigga's say they that beef
Agoff came in, up
niggers back up
Bullets your up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga a navy seal
it real
Niggers I'm up in field
Like a fucking man
Guns from Pakistan
We came from
Giving bag hands
Treat nigga's bitches
We all sitting up inches
And I shit on eight
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never gave a
my cake up
up
up
Nigger I
With that fucking stuff
Fuck

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

Agoff Is the man in here
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
no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two felon
may selling
Weed on the
Still just to eat
with me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some niggers get
Get some more
that real shit
Killer
Catch you up I'm real as
you fucking eyes
Out your
You be shit
I don't give a
Smoke some
that row
Bitches want to some more
She off blow
a hoe
She to suck me at the party
the
T some in the club
And we not up to fight
Just a bitch
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
on where these hoes at
Nigger where the at
You ain't fresh
Where your fly fresh at?
You, looking rat
Looking like a broke
We to smoke some weed nigger
We roll up rich
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new
Hoe that new
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 girl
going to get it up
you
you
But I never you
Yeah it's a blood
Blood, cuts and raw
Yeah Jesus
Niggers where's ether
Add X on the front
Bitch it's
slide you Visa
Yeah I'm like
I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of Foreman
Good a grill good a
Yeah we be
I'm that guy too
Yeah call me Tele
Till your went
She in
To my
it's the teeth that click
SODMG
Soulja Boy
We be to know
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do this
Tisa
Gang
What the you want to do?
Bitch that cocaine
goddamn I swag got a space
Man a fucking disgrace
Came in place
Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my

in my wallet
Treat you like a
Hang you on that wall
Death is what up a drone
So I pick up her calls
Every day I fucking
And I'm knocking
Of your fucking
Young Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck body
your body
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm on a lama
All day stitching clear the drum bro
They want their drama
Main ride around with tats on them
Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll them
I don't want to harm
But I knock his head of his bro
Nigger catch an
catch a peak shot
Riding my hood
Yeah you think it's the east
with the west coast
Hit his man girl with the best
Goddamn this gang splashing
Ocean
Came out the water for the action
talk that shit
I'm going to get it in
This is a homicide
I'm about my
two twelve
We ain't shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All fucking cash we spent
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Tisa
All up in
Goddamn give me that
Bitch I'm Karl Field
with that fifty clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in fucking lip
Oh god
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