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Nigga's say they want that
Agoff came in, up
Lame niggers up
Bullets back up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga like a seal
it real
Niggers I'm up in that
Like a fucking man
Guns from Pakistan
We came from
niggers bag hands
Treat nigga's like
We all sitting up inches
And I shit on eight
Life is
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never a fuck
my cake up
up
up
Nigger I
that fucking hating stuff
Fuck

But I'm a lip
Twenty's
Got my on my mind
I'm out of
So fly
Need some fucking 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
Whip my TAZ
Ain't no freak
Rhymes for two time
may selling
Weed on the
Still hustle to eat
Fuck with me you
Never see me on the
I get hit niggers get murdered
Get some more
It's that shit
Killer
Catch you up I'm real as
Pull you fucking
Out face
You be shit
I give a fuck
some drone
Passed row
Bitches want to fuck more
She off blow
a hoe
She to suck me at the party
the
T some records in the
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
a drink
Bitch ass
get bitches
Cause his fucking stink
He's on these hoes at
Nigger the drones at
You ain't fresh
Where your fly clothes at?
You, looking 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

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New hoe
new
Ocean

Ben D
Fen D

Bitches to fuck me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she to sniff it up
Suck on his dick
going to get it up
you
you
But I never you
it's a clipping blood
Blood, and raw moves
Yeah Jesus
Niggers where's ether
Add that X on the
Bitch Tisa
Yeah you Visa
Yeah I'm like
Yeah I'm in the yeah uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of George
Good a grill good a
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah me Tele View
Till your went
She in
To my
Yeah it's the that click
bitch
Meet Boy
We be getting to
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 cocaine
Yeah goddamn I swag got a
Man a fucking disgrace
Came in first
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
Money in my

Gold in my
Treat you like a
Hang you on that fucking
Death is what up a drone
So I won't up her calls
Every day I fucking
And I'm knocking
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 stitching clear with the bro
They don't their drama
Main they ride around with on them
Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll them
I don't want to harm
But I his head of his shoulder bro
Nigger an uppercut
Nigger catch a peak
around my hood
Yeah you it's the east coast
Fucking the west coast
Hit his man girl the best throw
Goddamn Tisa gang splashing
Gang
Came out the water for the action
talk that shit
I'm going to get it in
This is a homicide
I'm my dividends
Twenty two
We ain't shit
Bro we it
we hit the block
All that fucking we spent
is staring
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn don't me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with that clip
Talking on that ship
you in your fucking lip
Oh god
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