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i always be stuttering on my own f-cking lyrics

yeah (5x)

tired of fakes and n-ggas pretending

get to the k!lling and see how i’m feeling

big covert missions my n-ggas be drilling

getting too quiet you speak i’ma listen

find all your brothers and make them go missing

st-tches on me to resemble they ending

and ya’ll n-ggas b-tches just fiend for attention

flacka hob knockers you n-ggas be tripping

fruity -ss n-ggas be soft steady peeling

feds on the block cus they know we drug dealing

bad -ss little jits and they always be stealing

p-ssy little b-tches i know you be snitching

wait till my n-ggas get out of that prison cus everyone dying them guns gon be singing

demons be resting but soon be arisen

pray to your lord, no mercy be given

hollow tips in them guns

223 bullets just itching and hitting your gut

little ricky yeah, i bet you gon run

big 30 dumping empty the drum

hate all you f-ck -ss, finger l!cking, c-m sipping, b-tch simping, hoe tricking, d-ck l!cking, brick sh-tting, wall hitting, p-ssy dripping, steady wimping, little b-tches

yeah, yeah i hope you all die

yeah (4x)

yeah i hope you all die
all of my n-ggas gon ride
h y with the 9
repping straight homicide
b-tch that’s two five
b-tch that’s two five
b-tch that’s two five
b-tch that’s two five
yeah
i hope you die
hope all you die
hope all you die

(says dumb sh-t)
(shh)
fruity

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