Fuming Soldier

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Back in the lambo again
Brothers are all my soldiers
Spin the block when I see your face
Fake
Whenever you're out is fake
Smell like bin
Smell like jakes
Put the bullet to all your soldiers
Take your soul and your tiny fiend
All dem talking bagga bin

You talk bad, everything gets black
We go into the traphouse flat
Now bore cases
Them youths think they're all bad
All of your friends are snapchat fans
They all talk without the stylist walk
They all talk without the stylist walk
Fucking your bitch I knew she a how
I recommend you to leave her alone
Niggas be getting too comfortable
Lights go off better watch your tone
Never afraid of pussyhole
Step in your flat with the leverage on
Step in black with the nikes on
If you try me the job'll get done
Switch up your niggas
Fucked your hoes
Drilling on the daily
You'll soon get Bun
Came with the feeling
Calling the spirits
They think we're sweetened
F*ck up your face
Niggas like chicken
They never did it
I see the weakness
Through the fucking face
Fiction played on the 808's
I would shoot a nigga in the face
If I have to
Nigga gon' hack you like we supposed to

Back in the lambo again
Brothers are all my soldiers
Spin the block when I see your face
Fake
Whenever you're out is fake
Smell like bin
Smell like jakes
Put the bullet to all your soldiers
Take your soul and your tiny fiend
All dem talking bagga bin

Sending goonies, handling work
With the metal hand them desert
Because they sweet like dem got murked
You must believe your flat I'll burn
Rollie came with dior from Turks
If some man get touched
They all must get fucked up
Them youths known for the lucky jobs
Better come back with the money
Niggas be playing with my money
Either they run with it
Or niggas ain't got no money
But we ain't stressing
Backwood we burning
Nigga know we stunting
Finna' stop your bluffing
Ain't got no feelings, long time ago they stole it
I've been tryna get the bands
When it's something, kinda' stoic
They ain't moving no nothing
I've been tryna' tell these niggas I got it
I got the lines on the passenger side
Wacking niggas like Atari, hey

Back in the lambo again
Brothers are all my soldiers
Spin the block when I see your face
Fake
Whenever you're out is fake
Smell like bin
Smell like jakes
Put the bullet to all your soldiers
Take your soul and your tiny fiend
All dem talking bagga bin

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