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That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayyMan, you don't come future around this way, nigga (Free Ddawg)(Playboy on this bitch)Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me upI got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz somethingMad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top comeHaha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'I see murder in my eyesPussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in lineCatch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'My manager call, boom, mouth full of pills, niggaTell that boy I'ma see him, niggaTell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, niggaSeven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did thatSoon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bagDog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with thesе opp niggasSee they cookin' up, I ain't gon' stand down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'emRеal dead man out in Relly Park, I done arranged killersMask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'emMask on, slang that heaterMan down, call the peopleGot 'em tryna trollPussy nigga drove that he can't get no featureI got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the literWant my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacherDon't like me, then fuck 'em, I won't go that way with gang, niggaLog offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with usAs soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with youThat's two for onePick 'em out, just choose you somethin'Dead rapperI been trippin', Obama know just how I comeBet the mayor of La know from his city, bitch, I done put shit underKnown disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no moneyAyy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me upI got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz somethingMad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top comeHaha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'I see murder in my eyesPussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in lineCatch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeahI say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on SundayBorn in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that moneyI ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SoowooInvest inside that youngin who movin' R's so I've been sellin' bluesThat nigga dead, tell me did he move?All that he said was: Watch the newsTalkin' turnin' out, he done turned to twoIt was two victims ain't make it throughCalifornia with hella poundsDrive around with hella troopsI got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitchPlan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta tooWan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with youAll in Pampers, son set trippin' tooBounty hundred, bitch, tryna eat the crewGot my son screamin' out: Do me tooDevil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendsetContagious whackThem hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch thatCorrect thatCome correct, bitch, why you said that?I already done addressed thatHe had a show, tell me where the next atI got a gift for you, Lil Top calls (Baow-baow-baow) , them niggas hoesSince I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no moreWe done did a run, the second option gon' be a soloMy godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smokeTell the motherfuckin' police pick me upI got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz somethingMad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top comeHaha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'I see murder in my eyesPussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in lineCatch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a rowLeave one dead, I leave one deadD-Rose, he way from the Bulls homeToo much money on me, bro, hold my chromeNigga try to go, then you do his assIf you know me, you know I'm never home aloneGot Xds by the Tv stand
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