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langer banger - pac man fresh lyrics

you don’t know me, i could be from the kgb, maybe abe a crazy g who’ll empty 3 cause a causality no ones fouls me prolly be on a wild beat naturally spastically p-ssin trees cashin gs smacking knees moving keys now jees laweez please believe i make the cheese. i already got all the gwap i need, i’m really wondering why you suck like i’m socrates, i pop and weave, cop and leave. i’m harder than the steel in my hand, retreat and get slammed i put the ban hammer on your whole mamajama hitting grand slams, i k!lled the sandman, rachet goes bam bam when i see any d-mn man who f-cks with your shanlinland clan, fruity -ss b-tches call um two can sam, you in soup can land, so don’t be stupid man or you will lose that hand, i used to move two grand, selling white outta pontiac trans ams, i’m tiger and you the jam boy, and i hold the alloy in my hand boy, i’m the man and you a fanboy, i got the magic hat in my backpack i call your girl the pack rat, cause if i give her that cheese i can mack it from the back jack, russian roulette blackjack you can get you whole whack act smacked clapped sacked and wrapped up, when it comes to rap i got the nick nack paddy wack langers back, with bangers mack!
-rad riches, bad b-tches, sad snitches and dads missing, split kittens
– i’m buggin, mean muggin hot flock of pigeons straight out the over
– bowflex, i move weight, your hoes next, no s-x, i stroke necks !
– blunt asher i rap faster then papoose now let loose cause cash rules
-life’s got no meaning my ill scheming teaming is gleaming in streets man
-pick up a qp from francis no white tonight just cannabis, i plan to miss my induction in this rap hall of fame i scar and slain broads and dames, i got no game i’m a cheater baby, i’m not smart i’m f-cking crazy, so f-ck the eighties i ride with a new b-tch, names mercedes
-i pop and jump, so lock the trunk only 5’9 but the kid could dunk, so he got hops and i got the shots meeting with black moon and he got the props
i stay golden, been holden, bold boning, load blowing, bill folden, rick rolling sh-t going smooth in my life now who get right? my crew here tonight no need to proceed i i role weed and blow heat for anything over 4 gs, i carry weight like groceries, i hoe please and blow trees, you better bow down on both knees, pockets swoll cause from the ozees, we the original ogs, so mother f-ck the police, they in my back pocket pop lock and drop it, you need to f-cking stop kid , man i straight been through h-ll, i’m too young to wait in a cell , if you wanna fight, i suggest you bail, you won’t see my right hook like sunday mail, because son you frail, and if you think this is a bluff son, you catch get snuffed bum, slumped over, made you girl come like rover, bent over, back door, jehovah witness no -ssistance
got your girlfriend friend wiggling on my d-ck, scribbling sh-t, you giggling spic, rigging her cl-t like a tingling fish, wicked!

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