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Nigga's say they want that
Agoff came in, up
niggers back up
Bullets your up
Better call for
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga like a seal
it real
Niggers I'm up in that
Like a fucking man
came from Pakistan
We came Pakistan
Giving bag hands
nigga's like bitches
We all up twenty inches
And I shit on twenty
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never gave a
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With that fucking hating
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 fucking man in
Never gave a fuck the next man
Nigger I'm the man
I'm the hit man
Leaning on
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage,
See I
Got a A
Get my all day
Whip my TAZ
Ain't no freak
for two time felon
That's may
on the street
Still just to eat
Fuck with me you
Never see me on the
I get hit some niggers get
Get some more
It's that shit
Killer
Catch you up I'm real as
Pull you eyes
Out face
You be feeling
I don't give a
Smoke drone
Passed row
Bitches want to fuck more
She off that
a hoe
She going to me at the party
the
T some in the club
And we not up here to
Just fuck a
out
Niggers out here mad
Us out you just a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet it's
Have a
ass nigger
Can't get
Cause his fucking breath
He's on where hoes at
where the drones at
You fresh bitch
Where fly fresh clothes at?
You, broke rat
Looking a broke bitch
We going to some weed nigger
We roll up rich
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage, new
Hoe new vintage
New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches to fuck me
me
me
Cocaine on my
she going to sniff it up
Suck on his dick
going to get it up
you
you
But I never you
Yeah it's a blood
Blood, cuts and raw
young Jesus
Niggers know where's
Add that X on the
it's Tisa
Yeah slide you
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
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
call me Tele View
Till your bitch
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 shit
Gang
Ocean
What the you want to do?
Bitch sniffing that
Yeah I swag got a space
Man you're a fucking
Came in place
Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my

Gold in my
you like a stocking
Hang you on that wall
Death is what pick up a
So I won't pick up her
Every day I fucking
And I'm knocking
Of your wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck your
Dump body
Of in
I'm boy
nothing
I'm riding on a
All day stitching clear the drum bro
They don't want their
Main they ride around tats on them
Tisa Gang, Gang
swarm them
I don't want to harm
But I knock his head of his bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a peak
Riding around my
Yeah you think it's the coast
with the west coast
Hit his man girl with the throw
Goddamn this gang splashing
Gang
Came out the water for the action
Nigger talk shit
I'm still to get it in
is like a homicide
I'm my dividends
Twenty two
We taking shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that fucking cash we
is staring
Ocean Gang, Tisa
All up in
Goddamn give me that
Bitch I'm Karl Lager
Swaging with that clip
on that fucking ship
Punch you in fucking lip
Oh god
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage,