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like that kinda shit
We men, don't weep
No one cares 'bout how you feel
Walk the plank if you can't provide And go with
The thousonds of screams
Under
kids come to mourn ya
Don't fuck with the boy, I tried to warn ya
Niggas saying Harlem ain't hot, don't get popped
Nigga our gun talk
Cop drops from
Glah, glah
She-she a baddie, I gotta get on that, damn
She a thot, I can't kiss her
My bitch a gun, I be fiendin' to click her
(Like, damn) like she
I just can't keep up the pace
Tired of running away
And I'm all over the place
Man, I'm a mess, need rest in peace by palm trees and the waves
I got
Ooohhh
I said girl who let you in she just brought herself
She don't got another man she live by herself
Everything you ever wanted right there
Klik Street Mobb
Man I put this souly on my dookie brown dickeys
Hail to the be side
Capnaptavate these Killa City killings
Nigga you can?t calculate big
with a scam, know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets
Story just begun, but you already know
Ain't no need to get
with a scam, know how to pull it
Got a mirror in my pocket, but that won't stop no bullets
Story just begun, but you already know
Ain't no need to get
bitch (that's a whole lotta shooters)
We might hit ya medulla
You can't get busy wit' me, Jiggy wit' me
Demon wit' me, Hundo' wit' me, uh (nah)
i'm on go
I'm kickin it with yo hoe
I took yo bitch you took my flow
You took my style, took my clothes
got on Vetements fuck you know?
I get high
of my niggas will talk to the cops
If you do then you turn to an opp
Only way you leave is up in a box
Can’t fuck with snitches
They really be bitches
All
with, blessed with melanin and I'ma own it, black sheep, man I can't sleep (no way)
Cuz lately I been feeling paranoid, when I hear a noise
I just skrr
yall
Westside get busy yall
Worldwide get busy yall
Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
Fuck
get busy ya?ll
Westside get busy ya?ll
Worldwide get busy ya?ll
Now on your mark get set
Go cop everything you ever heard by P.Crack Dice Raw and Black
lets do it
Niggas pop out with them guns in the bushes
Niggas hop out and they runnin and shootin
Fuck nigga die when them bullets go through you
They
you lookin good by the way
Why you playing hard ta get girl let this man get a taste
You might look better wit my arm around your waist
Let me take
on the gang, you know I get my gun
Fuck the nigga and eventually the shoppers spend some
Bitch I'm hunnid fuckin' pieces, nigga at your door
Fuckin' with a red
bandanas on
Guns drawn
It's a good chance that I sent 'em
I said it, I said it
But y'all don't get it
The nigga that you idolize is my lieutenant
Shots gon'
and I'm a different man
A different level of understanding, I'm a different Stan
Things are a lot better, I promise I won't harrass you with any letters
my gun don't arrive
Late just give up Nigga and accept fate
I swing on that nigga like a hammock man I know
That y'all can't stand me can't keep up
On Facebook image building, but can't cook a quarter chick
You can't be a young thug when your gun ain't got credentials
That's like playing a Super Bowl
Niggas can't figure the format for hustler criteria
Not chrome, grown rims with stallion insignia
Listen youngin', you've only just begun
You
I can't stop won't stop
Word to the young guns
I can't stop won't stop
Until we see millions
Mama's only son
The chosen one
She only needed one
ain't no turning down
I don't really fuck with bruh so he can't come around
You can't come into my spot if you can't buy a pound
Every time I take
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