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Nigga's say they want that
came in, strapped up
Lame back up
your back up
Better call for
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga like a navy
it real
Niggers I'm up in field
a fucking army man
Guns came from
We came from
Giving bag hands
nigga's like bitches
We all up twenty inches
And I on twenty eight
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never gave a
Cause my 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
Need some land to give

Agoff Is the fucking man in
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
Whip my TAZ
no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two felon
may selling
Weed on the
Still hustle to eat
Fuck with me you
see me on the floor
I get hit some niggers get
Get some murder
that real shit
Killer
Catch you up I'm as shit
you fucking eyes
Out your
You be feeling
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 pink
Have a
ass nigger
Can't get
Cause his breath stink
He's on where hoes at
Nigger the drones at
You fresh bitch
Where your fly fresh 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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Killer
new

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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 hurt you
it's a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw
Yeah Jesus
Niggers where's ether
Add that X on the
Bitch Tisa
slide you Visa
Yeah I'm like
Yeah I'm in the yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of George
Good a grill good a
we be swarming
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me View
Till your went
She in
To my
Yeah it's the teeth that
SODMG
Soulja Boy
We be getting to
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 sniffing cocaine
Yeah I swag got a space
Man a fucking disgrace
Came in place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
Money in my

Gold in my
Treat you a stocking
you on that fucking wall
Death is what up a drone
So I won't pick up her
Every day I fucking
And I'm pictures
Of your wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck body
your body
Of in
I'm boy
It's
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, Ocean
We'll them
I want to harm them
But I his head of his shoulder bro
Nigger catch an
Nigger a peak shot
Riding around my
you think it's the east coast
Fucking the west coast
Hit his man with the best throw
Goddamn this gang splashing
Ocean
Came out the ready for the action
Nigger talk that
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
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
don't give me that
Bitch I'm Karl Lager
Swaging with fifty clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in fucking lip
Oh god
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