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Nigga's say they want beef
Agoff in, strapped up
Lame back up
Bullets your up
call for backup
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga like a seal
Keep it
I'm up in that field
Like a fucking man
came from Pakistan
We came Pakistan
niggers bag hands
Treat nigga's bitches
We all up twenty inches
And I shit on eight
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never gave a
my cake up
up
up
Nigger I
With 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 man in here
Never 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 motherfucking
Rhymes for two felon
may selling
Weed on the
Still hustle to eat
Fuck me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit niggers get murdered
Get some more
It's real shit
Killer
you up I'm real as shit
Pull you eyes
Out face
You be shit
I give a fuck
Smoke some
Passed row
Bitches want to some more
She off that
a hoe
She going to suck me at the
the
T records in the club
And we not up to fight
fuck a bitch
out
Niggers out mad about
Us out you just a fag out, a fag out
you flag out
Bet it's
Have a
ass nigger
Can't get
Cause his fucking stink
He's on these hoes at
where the drones at
You ain't bitch
Where fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking rat
Looking like a broke
We to smoke some 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 going to it up
Suck on his girl
going to get it up
you
you
But I never you
Yeah a clipping blood
Blood, and raw moves
young Jesus
Niggers where's ether
Add that X on the
Bitch it's
slide you Visa
Yeah I'm ether
Yeah I'm in the clouds uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of George
Good a grill a meal
we be swarming
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me Tele
Till your bitch
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 this
Gang
Ocean
What the fuck you to do?
Bitch that cocaine
goddamn I swag got a space
Man you're a disgrace
Came in place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
in my pocket

Gold in my
Treat you like a
Hang you on fucking wall
Death is pick 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 body
your body
Of in
I'm boy
nothing
I'm on a lama
All day clear with the drum bro
They don't want drama
Main they ride around with on them
Tisa Gang, Gang
swarm them
I don't want to them
But I knock his head of his bro
Nigger an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
Riding around my
you think it's the east coast
Fucking with the coast
Hit his man girl the best throw
this Tisa gang splashing
Ocean
out the water ready for the action
Nigger that shit
I'm still to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm about my
Twenty two
We taking shit
Bro we it
we hit the block
All that cash we spent
is staring
Ocean Gang, Tisa
All up in
Goddamn give me that
Bitch I'm Karl Lager
Swaging that fifty clip
on that fucking ship
Punch you in fucking lip
Oh god
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