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Nigga's say want that beef
came in, strapped up
Lame back up
Bullets back up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my back
in
Nigga like a navy
Keep it
I'm up in that field
Like a army man
Guns came from
We came from
niggers bag hands
Treat like bitches
We all up twenty inches
And I shit on twenty
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never 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 man in here
Never gave a 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
for two time felon
That's may
on the street
Still just to eat
Fuck me you defeat
see me on the floor
I get hit some get murdered
Get murder more
that real shit
shit
Catch you up I'm as shit
Pull you fucking
Out your
You be feeling
I don't give a
Smoke some
that row
Bitches want to some more
She off that
a hoe
She going to me at the party
the
T some records in the
And we not up to fight
Just fuck a
out
Niggers out mad about
Us out you just 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 the drones at
You ain't bitch
your fly fresh clothes at?
You, broke rat
Looking a broke bitch
We going to smoke weed nigger
We roll up rich
new
Feeling
new
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new
Killer
new

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Hoe new vintage
New hoe
new
gang

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches to fuck me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she to sniff it up
on his dick girl
Yeah to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
Yeah a clipping blood
Blood, cuts and raw
Yeah Jesus
know where's ether
Add that X on the
Bitch Tisa
Yeah you Visa
Yeah I'm like
I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the cloud and the
Sun of George
Good a grill good a
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me View
Till bitch went
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
Tisa
Ocean
What the you want to do?
Bitch that cocaine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a
Man you're a fucking
in first place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
Money in my

in my wallet
Treat you a stocking
you on that fucking wall
Death is what up a drone
So I won't up her calls
Every day I fucking
And I'm pictures
Of fucking wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck body
Dump your
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm riding on a
All day stitching clear with the bro
They want their drama
they ride around with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean
We'll them
I don't to harm them
But I his head of his shoulder bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger a peak shot
around my hood
Yeah you think the east coast
with the west coast
Hit his man girl with the throw
Goddamn Tisa gang splashing
Ocean
Came out the water ready for the
Nigger that shit
I'm going 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 fucking cash we
is staring
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
don't give me that
Bitch I'm Karl Lager
with that fifty clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
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