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[verse 1]
ride my n-gg- to the death
and i’ll ride my n-gg- to the death
and my flag hang on the right
and my b-tch flag hang on the left
my b-tch crippin, crippin, crippin
she been trippin, trippin, trippin
i can’t wait to lake kids of sleepin
if they shake junt she sh-t skripin
i ain’t gotta let n-gg-s pay attantion
n-gg- just cut your friend
he ain’t no gang banger
if he don’t know how to twist your finger
all you rap n-gg-s dead
imma go like drake, imma gonna start singin (ooh-ooh)
if you cool with the opps (gang-gang)
n-gg- know im just gonna spank ’em
beat the p-ssy like flloyd, yeah
beat the p-ssy like flloyd
imma ex lounch to atlanta kick it with mr. ronalds
they ??? that lil’n-gg- love to tell
they know that i’ve got good drug to sell
they know that they b-tch love to play
they know that they b-tch love to tell

[verse 2]
why you pull me over, cuz’ you black (what)
why my aunty ???, cuz’ she crashed (up)
why you cut this sh-t out, cuz’ it’s wet (garbige)
i don’t like when a n-gg- stand behind my back (bodered me)
you wanna get hitted with the mac (yeah)
i just cought another flag (uh)
this my third year going in
imma do another lap (gang)
donald trump f-ckin’ on everythang
this n-gg- need to go get slapped (yeah)
be careful how you throw up at california
man that terrified you for a strap (foreal)

- blac youngsta lyrics

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