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Nigga's say want that beef
Agoff in, strapped up
Lame niggers up
your back up
Better call for
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga like a seal
it real
Niggers I'm up in field
a fucking army man
Guns from Pakistan
We came Pakistan
Giving niggers bag
Treat nigga's like
We all sitting up twenty
And I shit on eight
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never a fuck
Cause my up
up
up
Nigger I
With that 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
Never gave a fuck about the man
I'm the best man
I'm the hit man
Leaning on
Vintage, vintage, vintage, vintage,
See I
Got a A
Get my all day
my nigger TAZ
Ain't no freak
Rhymes for two felon
That's may
on the street
Still hustle to eat
with me you defeat
Never see me on the
I get hit some get murdered
Get murder more
It's that shit
Killer
Catch you up I'm as shit
Pull you eyes
Out face
You be feeling
I don't a fuck
some drone
Passed row
want to fuck some more
She off blow
a hoe
She going to suck me at the
the
T records in the club
And we not up here to
fuck a bitch
out
Niggers out mad about
Us balling out you a fag out, a fag out
Pull you out
Bet pink
Have a
ass nigger
Can't get
Cause his fucking stink
He's on these hoes at
Nigger the drones at
You fresh bitch
Where fly fresh clothes at?
You, looking rat
Looking like a bitch
We going to smoke some weed
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 want to me
me
me
Cocaine on my
Yeah she to sniff it up
Suck on his girl
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 X on the front
Bitch Tisa
slide you Visa
Yeah I'm like
I'm in the clouds yeah uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of George
a grill good a meal
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
Yeah call me Tele
your bitch went
She in
To my
Yeah the teeth that click
SODMG
Soulja Boy
We be getting to
Soulja, Soulja, Tisa, tat a

I'm his
I'm a her
Yeah, I do shit
Gang
Ocean
the fuck you want to do?
Bitch sniffing that
Yeah I swag got a space
Man you're a disgrace
in first place
Young Dre MCM
I got hit
Money in my

Gold in my
Treat you like a
Hang you on that fucking
is what pick up a drone
So I won't up her calls
day I fucking ball
And I'm knocking
Of your wall
Soulja Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck your
Dump your
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm riding on a
All day stitching with the drum bro
don't want their drama
Main ride around with tats on them
Tisa Gang, Ocean
We'll them
I want to harm them
But I knock his head of his bro
Nigger catch an
Nigger catch a peak
Riding my hood
Yeah you think the east coast
Fucking the west coast
Hit his man with the best throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang
Ocean
out the water ready for the action
Nigger that shit
I'm still to get it in
This is like a
I'm my dividends
Twenty two
We ain't shit
Bro we it
Everywhere we hit the
All that fucking we spent
Bitch is
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn don't give me
Bitch I'm Karl Field
Swaging with that clip
on that fucking ship
Punch you in your lip
Oh god
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