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conjure - beatdown lyrics

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hit him in the chest he in cardiac arrest

i can’t f+ck wit u b+tch yeah i know thats why ur pressed

i got 24 rounds glock hidden in my vest

yeah i cannot think straight cuz im smokin on that gas

yea im smokin on that pack

b+tch im in da f+ckin streets all i ever do is trap

yo b+tch saw my f+ckin belt now she sittin on my lap

yeah that blunt is f+cking gas ya dat sh+t made me collapse

i dont gotta talk sh+t just pull up n u get slapped

he a junkie off the percs he tryin not to relapse

put a tag on his toe ya that boy got f+ckin trapped

yea i know where u stay p+ssy boy u on the map

glock 17 we gon leave that boy handicapped
put his body in a mf bag thats a wrap

yeah i pull up w a scythe to his face ima hack

talkin sh+t up on a keyboard gon have ur ass attacked

pull up on him ima take out his organs i extract

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