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AA-12

by Cain3

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Hey friends Kinda hard to come around I been way too neglected for nothin Im only getting the sense that you loving the runnning They love warfare them niggas spin for that money You get robbed where I'm from, you with that stunting You get robbed Them niggas ain't having nothing theyll take from you to eat Running from demons them scars on my feet I see no problems, that shit there ain't new to me I'm still' tryna get up on my feet My heart is tarnished like a piece of jewelry Just bought an aa-12 Kick like, bruce lee Show up at twelve am Sending shots before we leave Shell catchers ain't no shit to pick up Ain't the bullet cases on the scene Fuck on her once and then, she gotta leave Fuck on her once the neighbors hear and scream I been at neighbors, they know my name Little hoe dont know nothing about me she call me liu caine We getting right to the business, lets get shit straight Hard to find out like who real or who fake We moving contraband by the create Sorry been locked in the stu I been mia Aint nothing to do with you just know i cant Aint nothing to do with you Boy, you gon' die, you tryna make a move I send them niggas to shoot out the roof Don't hand me that drake, nigga, gotta lose screw Ballpark them niggas, hit out the loop 30 shots I got for you and your crew Bitch im a big dog aint nothing light in this roof Dont Make me pissed off and nothin' I wouldn't do This shit ain't easily, departure He play we, leave red on garment I'm happy that boy case got abolished I told my yea to pop her shit She like her toe nailes, polished This shit for love, not tryna bargain I think I'm too late to the party That boy get played like a fiddle or violin Wildlife full of sex and violence You can get murked for, some little acknowledging Nigga, you cant come around, please don't make a sound I up it and fire, it, you can try play them games I ain't buyin' shit Kinda hard to come around I been way too neglected for nothin Im only getting the sence that you loving the runnning They love warfare them niggas spin for that money You get robbed where I'm from, you with that stunting You get robbed Them niggas ain't having nothing theyll take from you to eat Running from demons them scars on my feet I see no problems, that shit there ain't new to me I'm still' tryna get up on my feet My heart is tarnished like a piece of jewelry Just bought an aa-12 Kick like, bruce lee Show up at twelve am Sending shots before we leave Shell catchers ain't no shit to pick up Ain't the bullet cases on the scene Fuck on her once and then, she gotta leave Fuck on her once the neighbors hear and scream

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