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what b-tch? yeah i’m always on that f-ck sh-t
always on that i don’t wanna talk and i don’t love b-tch
f-ck this… i don’t even wanna f-ck b-tch
suck d-ck… then that pistol make you run quick

uhhh sh-t
yeah i got a whole drum b-tch
gut a hole in yo lil c-nt
ima sus b-tch
f-ck on yo b-tch
make you watch you a cuck b-tch
givin’ you the middle finger while
you filmin’ oh sh-t

it’s the mothaf-ckin’ dust
it’s the vibe, it’s the curse
it’s the birth of the disgust
it’s the live, it’s the first
of the month give me my turn
burnin’ on ya b-tch snortin’
the ashes through the urn
make you squirm from my
name you done heard about
this hurt
you done heard about the black
soul connected to his nerves
gettin’ messages from satan
he just waitin’ till you learn
how to make a bunch of money
then i’m robbin’ you for yours

y’all be snortin’ on the trout bro
in the streets shootin’ c-ke
and still rockin’ south pole
y’all ain’t been about it
and ya mans can’t help
it’s not like you bought a f-ckin’ bulletproof
brand name belt
hit yo girl in the booty, i ain’t need to make a movie
this that drive thru yelp review and y’all can’t even shoot me
do not know who scheduled you and all those grouper lookin’ groupies
i be really shootin all the f-ckin’ uzis who you foolin’?
one thang fore i go yeah y’all mothaf-ckin’ suck d-ck
middle finger to the sky and yo god f-ck this!!!



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