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Blade Runner

by Stop Guy

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Murderin beats think I'm Oscar Pistorius Monday thru Sunday Lil Tavis the goriest Catch me a charge every time that the chorus hit Young Ochocinco I catch it I'm scorin bitch Snorin with bitches you think I imported in Swagger a bag bruh you can't even afford the shit Bet you gon back up you see what I'm holdin kid Ratchet get active like binders it's foldin him Cough cough cough Damn this weed be hittin I keep remixin The key you gettin I keep these digits Inside my business Can't let these these niggas know nothin We send in the shawty you fuckin we rushin You talkin the GOAT then I'm up in discussion Stop Guy been ridin that shit ain't no bluffin Bitch I look just the ceiling high Smellin the weed when I'm peeling by I ain't got time for no feelings I stay with my dawgs and my felons for really Done seen some birds but I ain't been to Philly Ain't say no words when I'm up in the building Just stand like a brick wit a fifth and a thang on the hip Cause I'm prayin a nigga act silly Bitch I been prayin a nigga fuck wit me I'm tryna put aimbot up on the semi I been in my brain for days I'm feelin insane The change ain't even been healin But fuck it lil tav still built like a milly And stay w a shawty who flavor vanilly I been in the city since 7 and none of y'all stepping So please do not tell me you feel me BITCH Murderin beats think I'm Oscar Pistorius Monday thru Sunday lil Tavis the goriest Catch me a charge every time that the chorus hit Young ochocinco I catch it I'm scorin bitch Snorin with bitches you think I imported in Swagger a bag bruh you can't even afford the shit Bet you gon back up you see what I'm holdin kid Ratchet get active like binders it's foldin him Back in the game and I'm feelin importiant Jizzy to chest make my lungs do accordion Imminent death by the time I hit 46 I don't pour nothin I'm drinkin a forty bitch Fly to the orient I ain't did that but in future I will Swallow my spill I might put you in will Sorry I'm toxic, these morals instilled Who on the call I don't know lemme chill They can't leave a voicemail I found it's filled She throwin my shit out the door uncle Phil We ain't there yet but I could see it happen Stop on the tat I became a team captain Tavis n Ew they done came as a package What up G Oopsie you know that boy magic Fuck with my boys like a catholic we scrappin like paper Like paper That you balled up Should be in the majors I missed when they called up 31 flavors they call me Ralph Robbins Sei gon create I'm a bastard and goblin Runnin the option Tav gonna dip or he pitch it I got it If it's my song then we gon do the opposite

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