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about his crib see niggas love to brag
Put some gloves up ya hands before you stuff the mag 
And once we got him the trunk we burning up the jag
Go

Hit em up hit em up where the stash at
You ain't never tote mags for the fast cash
You ain't never smoked gas round the lab rats
You ain't been around

the church say
Never ever been a pussy boy don't do that
Nigga got a problem guaranteed we quick to shoot back
Fill up all the mags
Put the dough up in

finis)
Mess avec nous tu paye le prix (pow pow pow)

Scottie pipen loader dans mon mag
Tu retrouve tes friends dans des body bags 
C'est seulement des

money in it, they ain't got the real bag
Smash his soul on a plane, I call it jet lag. I'm bout to go and pose for the cover of Jet mag
Just call me

hybrid gas
Man its OTB I fell in love with bags
Knock you down, then I go home switch out the mag
I'm falling asleep while standing up, I'm drinking bad

game instead
I’m this way cause I stay ahead
An’ you upset cause your screen is red
Cause you just ate my whole mag of lead

Planned out team

sicher es gibt 
Kein einzigen crtist Wo ich sage den mag ich 
Weil heute zu Tage jede F**** sich bückt  

Der eine zahlt Schutz 
Oder singt seine Hooks

okay, okay, okay, okay)
Got that nigga sad, his bitch say he down bad
AR with a mag, catch a nigga lack
Skrt off in that cat, then light up the gas

Karbon15Wixked bout to spazz
Do his, Do his ass just like his dad
I was 14 with that 30, but my brother had that 50 Mag

Huh, a hoe gone fuck but it's whatever
I'm

clash
I see the opps, I empty the mag
I was just stayin' on track

We was on that grind, yeah
We was on that grind, yeah
We was on that grind, yeah
We was

broke and bummy nigga go get a bag
And you the type of nigga sit down and go kiss some ass
And I hit a nigga top and then dump the whole mag
And I can't

the mob you know that we militia

And I ain't talking dog shit
I'm in my room getting high cracking banks making hits
Boy I got a 30 Mag but you the type

Uno OUT!
Im moving out
In other words I'm packing
Strap in the nap sack
Thirty mag inside that jacket
lil bitch
Don't talk to me bout no numbers
Don't

lieben langen Tag! Pöh!
Ich bin eine Person, die jeder mag! Pöh!
Mein Busen ist sehr gross! Passt uff!
Wie macht sie das denn bloss? Pah!
Ja, das ist

and blast is Only on the behalf of a life he Gotta combat

He didn't wan to come back
He only wanted the bag
So now he's carrying mags
To change his life made

mags we chase the bags
And now my dogs going to me shit
Shades Mountain flag I rep the bag
I rep the street and that's on Tony bitch
Tony rich Michael is

lieben langen Tag! Pöh!
Ich bin eine Person, die jeder mag! Pöh!
Mein Busen ist sehr gross! Passt uff!
Wie macht sie das denn bloss? Pah!
Ja, das ist

En vele liegen ik weet niet eens meer wat waar is
Moet vechten in die libie je mag weten dat het zwaar is
Deze dagen ben ik op zoek naar me rust

Ik

birgt.
Das, was ich nicht sehen kann, fühle ich so stark,
dass ich weiß, dass es alles überdauert und egal,
was auch kommen mag, das Gefühl ist immer da.

kein Brot mehr haben.
Was für ne Katastrophe, wenn Piloten in ein Hochhaus krachen.
Mir ist das scheißegal, so hart es auch klingen mag.
Es gibt echt

blow this bitch

cnd it shoot so fast ha look at his dead ass

I walked in with the drac frank had the Glock we both had two mags 

Pump faking me gone

the crib like Wee-Bey off The Wire

Mags held me down when I wasn't 'round, a for sure lifer

You niggas know nothing bout loyalty 

c fuck about no

tut auf Rambo, das ich nicht lach 
Arrogante Art ist das was sie mag 
Meine DMs sind voll und das jeden Tag 
Ihr seid Vögel auf Schnee nenn euch