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kidsin (rapper) - dead em’ all freestyle lyrics

(n0ble, this is crazy)

baby, don’t lie to me
i know that you been seeing someone privately
all of these p+ssies beggin’ for a robbery
they keep on talkin’, never let it bother me

i+i got your b+tch, [?] from the south
[?] in her mouth, took like a spouse
walk in your home, sh+t on your couch
[?] your b+tch like a [?]
i+i took that bag, i just [?]
i took the safe, and your young n+gga bounced

this blade in my back got me coughin’
and, b+tch, i’m fed up with this nonsense
the thought of your clip make me nauseous
these n+ggas be hatin’ and watchin’
these n+ggas be hatin’ and [?]
these n+ggas hate me, then they copy (aye, aye)

[?]
i’m movin’ in silence, [?]
a young n+gga zooted
i f+cked on this b+tch to my music
i’m shootin’ until he stop movin’
i’m shootin’ until he stop movin’ (ah+ah+ah)
i bust a nut, then i dip
f+cked her so good, she wipe cum off her lip
hit from the back while i grip on her hips
i give her a [?], i’m feelin’ lit
head like a pilot
i don’t want that b+tch, i one+night it
she hittin’ my line for the pipin’
but i got my phone always silent (aye, aye, aye)
she eat me up like she dinin’
can’t f+ck with a b+tch, i be lyin’
[?]

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