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Nigga's say they want beef
came in, strapped up
Lame niggers up
Bullets back up
Better for backup
Act
BZ got my bruh
in
Nigga a navy seal
Keep it
I'm up in that field
Like a army man
Guns came Pakistan
We from Pakistan
Giving bag hands
Treat nigga's like
We all up twenty inches
And I shit on twenty
is great
And it may
Eat the
I
Take you any day
Never gave a
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 fucking 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
Whip my TAZ
no motherfucking freak
Rhymes for two felon
may selling
Weed on the
Still just to eat
Fuck with me you
see me on the floor
I get hit some niggers get
Get murder more
It's that real
Killer
you up I'm real as shit
Pull you eyes
Out face
You be shit
I don't give a
some drone
Passed row
Bitches want to fuck some
She off blow
a hoe
She going to me at the party
the
T records in the club
And we not up to fight
fuck a bitch
out
Niggers out here mad
Us balling out you a fag out, a fag out
you flag out
Bet pink
a drink
Bitch ass
get bitches
Cause his breath stink
He's on these hoes at
Nigger where the at
You ain't bitch
Where fly fresh clothes at?
You, broke rat
like a broke bitch
We going to some weed nigger
We don't 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 want to 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 never you
Yeah it's a clipping
Blood, cuts and raw
Yeah young
Niggers where's ether
Add that X on the
Bitch Tisa
Yeah slide you
I'm like ether
Yeah I'm in the yeah uh
But you see the and the foreman
Sun of Foreman
Good a grill good a
Yeah we be
Yeah I'm guy too
call me Tele View
Till bitch went
She in
To my
Yeah it's the that click
SODMG
Meet 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 goddamn I got a space
Man a fucking disgrace
Came in first
Dre MCM briefcase
I got hit
Money in my

Gold in my
Treat you like a
Hang you on fucking wall
is what pick up a drone
So I pick up her calls
Every day I ball
And I'm knocking
Of fucking wall
Young Boy
Met my
fantastic
Fuck your
Dump body
Of in
I'm boy
It's
I'm riding on a
All day stitching with the drum bro
They want their drama
Main they ride around tats on them
Gang, Ocean Gang
We'll them
I don't want to harm
But I knock his head of his bro
Nigger an uppercut
Nigger catch a shot
Riding my hood
Yeah you it's the east coast
Fucking the west coast
Hit his man girl with the throw
Goddamn this Tisa gang
Gang
Came out the ready for the action
Nigger talk that
I'm still to get it in
This is like a
I'm my dividends
two twelve
We ain't taking
Bro we it
we hit the block
All fucking cash we spent
is staring
Ocean Gang, Gang
All up in
Goddamn don't me that
Bitch I'm Lager Field
Swaging with fifty clip
Talking on that ship
Punch you in fucking lip
Oh god
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