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I blow by the ounce, bitches wanna pounce on my dick, borrowed bars, sick Women spit, when I lick their clit, dick iron fist for ya kiss She thought I woulda bust but I pissed, her lips Soaking full of shit So who you wit? I'm bagging grams, got a call from ya mans He told me what's ya plans? I'll hit you back tomorrow, for demands Meet my by the beach, so we can talk about the ocean and it's sands I'm traveling to different places, and different lands Exchanging information, different faces different hands Who that black tinted jeep? Wanna peep where I creep Cocking back his gun, so he can put me to sleep? Know them hallows what you reap if you wanna speak To my team what I mean, is sitting in a Lex with a ill ass beam Flipping for that cream, y'know what I mean Lon the best to ever fucking rhyme on the scene I will kill all these rappers, studio gangstas all these niggas is some actors Wack, not essential, haphazard for you bastards Craft and cultivate for the masses, stomping out and killing all these half ass disasters with a bachelor, for ya masters, bastards Lon body catching all ya asses, graveyards for statures, fractures, break-backers for ya asses Lon get 'em if he have to, shatter rappers to some matter, erase ya face close the case so where's the data