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I kill you wit ma rhyme stick-up

This is eight by eight
I'll beat you scene by scene and take by take
You're fake and and I'm greater than great

(Gorilla on the track)
(G&B)
Yeah, uh-huh, boom
Where the fuck my cup at?
(Uh) uh, B Don, pass me that right there, yeah
Ayy, yeah, look

Get yo' hands;
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Un-da-stand;
I'm not fuckin

Get yo' hands;
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I can't stand them
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Fuck you (Fuck you)
Un-da-stand;
I'm not fuckin

Tell Bama they ain’t fuckin with us
This that 40 out the bag
This that shorty in the passenger
Rolling up
Leather sandals/ Sunglasses
That
Selling Os by

We got an army, we loaded ready to hit 'em

Check it yo call me Zilla
I'm a monster with clap and kicks
The reason alone
You niggas pushing albums back

as the present cause yo mind abuse you
You stuck in ya mind cause you choose too
Tell that bitch shut the fuck up Ima mute you
Live in the moment
Keep my third eye

off stage
And the crowd show love like I already blew, yeah
One time at the Novo
Right by the Laker's arena
Some Latinos rolled up like they pressing

どうだsourseマジ切れる power
共存はno no
後にも先にも敵なし
そう前に出るmotion
追いつけないぜ Hey yo give up
全くだ当然だ勝敗は
分かってんだろ?お前も俺も
五分五分の引き分けじゃねぇだろ
要するに 問題外
Why can't figure out
and catch

know
You already know the pole came in the coat
Call me fireman, wet 'em up with this hose
Know a couple hoes that came then they go
If you want smoke,

could never hold their own
I'm spitting in this shit like I own me an extra chromosome
I can't believe i used get cloned by these niggas
I stand on my

Grab you a shell, some dope
Roll up, listen to my brother
Tune in man, OVX
Everything Changes, our vision
Caine Casanova, talk to em' bro
They not

girls
I know the cloth you from
You wanna beat it up
You wanna make me cum

I ain't bitter hitta I just wanna have fun
If you act right might let you ride

Yeah
It's D!ZZY
Look...
Man fuck a 9-5
I ain't even bout to lie
It's the same ol' shit, It's fucking up my mind
This supposed to be the grind?
Nah,

am misunderstood
By
Who is in the mirror
Tryna see it clearer
Drew upon my wrist
In hopes to get the bigger picture
But
I really miss the
Times i used

gone slide me some slop
These niggas know how i rock
Can't get caught by cops
Bitch i'm dog ian talking bout a poodle
If he want smoke then that choppa

my sorry so I'm a  relate a little of growing up the gay and little and finding out you don't like the same shit as they do in middle school  a kid

I said Hold Up

Oh this so AR

Verse 1:
Aye girl you must be blood type got my heart pumping you fit so it seems right when I first met you you fine

the treasures and the things we seek
But nowadays it’s just for clout to find yo social standin
Where people judge you by yo appearance when no one understandin

See I hop out tha Lex
Hop out tha Benz
We fuck in the car
We fuck in the bed
I do ma thing I grab her by the legs
I beat it up till the pussy so wet

still walk around broke lil boy what the fuck is you doing
This ain't no semi this auto is fucking fully
Taking yo bitch I feel like bully
The hoe gave me

Aye yo Jensky chill with that shit yo
Passing time in my room
What else is new
I've got time how 'bout you
My plans fell through
Money taller than

And you need ten for me to buy drinks at the bar

(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your fly
But the homegirls walk right by
(You're

“Hello my son. Long time no hear. What you up to? Call me”
You ain’t even have even have to spend much
At the two dollar movies we could all go for