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Tote up Tote them weapons if you really a shoota Told me sticks and stones would break my bones but that shit don't hurt I got some niggas who will shoot
Weiße Augen mit roten Lines Töte Blüten zum Zeitvertreib Blende aus um mich rum zu kalt Pharmacy ich schlaf nie ein Weiße Augen mit roten Lines Töte
take no vacations, no baecations, no no No time for vacays trynna put food on my plate I ain’t trynna die today so I tote this Ak I’m chasing after
I tote wind, the barrel is a pen Exhaling shells with verbal homicide that rip the skin When I get too high I even aim it at my friends Clip my men
(Yeah) (Yeah yeah) (Jump) Before violet I been was the man Before violet I been counting bands Before violet I been tote in sticks Before violet she
(Damn lil fckbwoy, man you know that I be killin shit) Tote this chop on my hip If he run, he better not trip, red beam right under that shit Nigga
Yea Every where I go you know I tote something I be on the road bitch Stay on my grind nigga trying to get my doe thick Stay focus flow sick spit
no I can't come down (Ok let's go) Bitch I tote that nine in case they come around Yeah, batboy swag lets go (Let's go) I'm in this bitch with a mask I
Bitch I got my bag up i'ma tote a bag, yuh Bring the body bag, yuh All my rollie spaz, yuh I'ma shoot that boy point blank, toe tag, yuh More money
Glocks, uh Fuck around get ya ass popped Tote chops, get yo ass popped Niggas twist, then watch it lock Fuck ya glocks, bitch we tote chops Niggas
We stand up, fall off, never husk, Arbor on the truck, purple and green, Milwaukee Bucks Push Pete, bus blocks, Mario Bros, city boys, tote glocks
I got racks dead men I got racks dead men I got racks dead men I got racks dead men I’m in the booth with no pen Free my niggas in the pin I tote
You want smoke You don't smoke You said you tote You don't tote Put you on camera roll yuh Aye, aye, aye You can't come to this side This side, You
you with a two piece You tote a .38 I got a draco Plug only talk about them pesos Out her scamming niggas like im adolph You got a ticket bitch ill pay
Chop Yea Glock Huh Let's go I put baguettes on my whole wrist I could really chop a whole brick I'm in the field just like Ole Miss I tote a glock
I roll with them dogs that tote action It's a lot that comes with it it's more factors Pour the X in my cup I need more activist Hold up run this
Paint stripper, yeah yeah This that paint stripper You ain't gang yeah you can't hang With the gang yeah you can't hang yeah I tote that bang, tote
Mana khali tote chahe Kahibaku bhala paye Jete jete katha hele Katha adha rahi jaye Mana khali tote chahe Kahibaku bhala paye Jete jete katha hele
cant land it, I go get it, My ego gettin' too big, its too heavy, My head gettin' too big, its so heavy, Somebody help me, to tote this cash its too
Honorable Court Ooh, bitch, I'm dead shot (we dead shot) We tote red Glocks (we tote red Glocks) We get headshots (headshots) With these red
Und an dem Schmerz zerbrich' Nimm das Messer in die Hand und bitte töte mich Lass alles voller Blut sein, komm und töte mich Du hast mein Herz
I'm a real nigga homie tote six figures only Gotta pistol you don't want it boy you know what it is I'm way flyer my pays way higher If they ever
hands and soap (Hands and soap) Get a mink, let it drag on the floor (Drag on the floor) It's a nine in the bag that I tote (Bag that I tote) Workin'
my hood where I was born and raised Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police Still
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