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fuktokyo! - prove em wrong lyrics

i don’t give a f+ck about the money lil b+tch
and i told this n+gga ima hit his hat
ride round with that block ride round we gon shoot that lil hoe back
i like the white hoe ratchet, he wanna talk lil n+gga get action
d+mn we shot his mans what happened?
d+mn we shot a lil n+gga on lappin
big ass stick ima cap him
chillin with yo hoe right in that castle
got too much runtz gotta put in the pack em
i just be spitting the sh+t when i’m rappin
556 gon have a n+gga red
my n+ggas tweaking they tweaking off x
that n+gga a monkey if he jump off the bed
yo b+tch is a lame she giving me head
f+ck around big dog leave a n+gga dead
ima go f+ck this hoe instеad
556 gon blow a n+gga head
shout out to tony that n+gga my man’s
n+ggas be doing this sh+t for the trеnd
i just be doing this sh+t for the bands
i just be doin this sh+t for the wock
riding’ round i can’t stop
got yo b+tch she sucking my c+ck
ride round with that hoe say gyat
he flipping the bricks now i’m flipping that pot
f+ck lil 9 he get hit with that knock
he dissin yo deads, but you cannot stop
lil n+gga you sped yo ass get blocked
say im a clone get f+ck off my c+ck
all you n+ggas say that you n+ggas get chopped
d+mn half of you n+ggas not good
ride round with my b+tch in the hood
me and my b+tch in the back smokin woods
he talking sh+t but he wish that he could, ha

- fuktokyo lyrics

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