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Nigga's say they want beef
Agoff came in, up
niggers back up
Bullets back 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 like
We all sitting up inches
And I shit on twenty
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
gave a fuck
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With that fucking hating
Fuck

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

Agoff Is the fucking man in
gave 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 freak
for two time felon
That's may
on the street
Still just to eat
Fuck me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some niggers get
Get some murder
that real shit
Killer
you up I'm real as shit
Pull you fucking
Out your
You be feeling
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 some records in the
And we not up here to
Just fuck a
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
his fucking breath stink
He's on where these at
where the drones at
You ain't bitch
your fly fresh clothes at?
You, broke rat
Looking like a bitch
We to smoke some 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
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches to fuck me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she going to it up
on his dick girl
Yeah to get it up
you
you
But I hurt you
Yeah a clipping blood
Blood, and raw moves
Yeah Jesus
Niggers know where's
Add X on the front
Bitch it's
Yeah slide you
Yeah I'm like
Yeah I'm in the yeah uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of Foreman
Good a grill a meal
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah me Tele View
Till your bitch
She in
To my
Yeah it's the teeth that
bitch
Meet Boy
We be to know
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do this
Tisa
Ocean
the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing cocaine
Yeah goddamn I got a space
Man you're a fucking
Came in place
Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my

in my wallet
Treat you like a
Hang you on fucking wall
is what pick up a drone
So I won't pick up her
day I fucking ball
And I'm knocking
Of your fucking
Young Boy
Met my
It's
Fuck your
Dump body
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm on a lama
All day stitching clear with the bro
They don't want drama
Main they around with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Gang
We'll them
I don't to harm them
But I his head of his shoulder bro
catch an uppercut
Nigger catch a peak
around my hood
Yeah you think it's the coast
Fucking with the west
Hit his man girl with the best
Goddamn this gang splashing
Ocean
Came out the water for the action
Nigger that shit
I'm still to get it in
This is like a
I'm about my
Twenty two
We ain't taking
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that fucking we spent
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Tisa
All up in
Goddamn give me that
I'm Karl Lager Field
Swaging that fifty clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
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