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My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
that know they'e gangsta
Even though you ain't got no ring on your finger
But it's always the one bitch I mean one woman
If you got nineteen hoes,
the wrong crib
I got one, I got two
Motherfuckers in line waiting to get cooled
Know that the wind blows, but I got blew
Like flowers, my bitch bloom
No azul,
by association, bitch
Watch who you hang with
My demons movin' off my move
He'll bust your top
Watch who you playin' with
Pull up on the block, we'll
Bitch, this ain't child proof, got nails in my pillow
10 claws ready to bounce,
Spill blood, lose a few ounce nah nah
Don't come cryin' if you lose your
the fuck, bitch, you delirious
I was built for this shit like a pyramid
You can't get rid of this
Haters they fixin to hate
They see me ride by in my
drove right by the house I see you all at home (You know I see you)
And now I got a bad lil' bitch that wanna marry me
I wish you'd love me in the way
I say we married then goddamn we gettin' married
If you need it and I got it you can have it, bitch, I'm sharing
If you cryin' I'ma ask you why you
the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle
gang for a 2-star purse
2-star pants and some 2-star shirts, like bitch, this the brand
Stop calling it merch, 30K London, bitch, we breaking this curse
I had to laugh to keep me from cryin' (Wop)
Haha
Lookin' like a four-eyed nerd with these Cartier frames (nerd)
Fuck a bowtie, I'm rockin'
get peeled like no onion
And have ya moma cryin
Niggas told me they gon ride
Cant leave da house wit out my 9
Niggas snitchin to cut time
Bodies droppin
why I'm keepin' this fire
It be hard for me to sleep cause I can't keep from the cryin'
If I said I got that gang, that's on my life, I'll never fold
biz and don’t
Be cryin' and sufferin'
Definition of the living dead
Got a dead bitch givin' head
Tulip flowers growin' on my bed
Rust and blood settle
contact, we wanna lead them astray
But the niggas in the backseat
Lookin' like a snitch though
Cops hookin' up
Lookin' like a little bitch yo
So you know I'm
need the standard refined
Man, if I'm cryin', cry
Take a trip with me to the beauty supply
I need the standard refined
Yo, let me down by the edge
ridin'[00:32.64]Y'all average like Joe Biden[00:34.30]Leave them on the floor, they cryin'[00:35.97]My brothers go up, we flyin'[00:37.74]They stay by my side,
him freeze us
Breaking bread like I'm Jesus
Money ain't everything, but somehow eases
Better believe and think down and leave us, the baby cryin'
Crack,
here's 12 shots, we know how you do
Please make yo killings clean, slugs up in between
They eyes, like True Lies, Kill em and flee the scene
Just bring
in this truck
You must be out your mind or somethin'
Cryin' and whinin' like you tired or somethin'
Go suck some head until it aches from buffin'
It's a brand new day
Got a bitch on me
She think I'm cute
She wanna have sex
He ain't wanna get his girl on a leash
Now he outside sittin there cryin
smoked a nigga
I can close yo casket and
Just laugh like before, lil' nigga
Bitch now what up?
Strapped to the tee, you gon get bust up
(Bitch)
He say that
in the shells like a taco that's what he ate
You went to work but you aint seen him yo homie
I snuck in his crib and I shot him bitch you are
like she average even though she fine, cut her one time never bang her line
Cause I ain't got time to be hearin' no cryin' bout how I ain't around shit,
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