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zmanic - fuck around lyrics

money trees im croppin crystals on the leafs
murder is a trend and my spits ahh disease
23 hightops an theese pistols up my sleeves
buckshots spread infectious cuttin n-gg-s like c sections smokein dank ill demonstrate what the pen does an teach lessons
my friends all keep wessons 38 revolvin smoke like cheech’d be present id say pray for me yet belief it ain’t present
i nut up on opinions like ahh tranny n-gg- nut up on some linen light the bud up guess im sinnin cuz the devil he my n-gg- an his level is my minion
f-ck nahh im jus kiddin the f-ck is ahh religion its ahh f-ckin up decision hit up lens crafters n-gg- cuz they f-ckin up ya vision shortly then after triggas got ya duckin in ya kitchen all up in the fridge when shots h-t ya b-tch then im rich from what your missin
went from highschool with the back pack to smokin cats bein ahh high bull smokin the lack pack never f-ckin wit crack yet one hit thats jus it ain’t got sh-t back in track yet savage sh-t hype lit like ahh crack head been known tahh crack heads like studderin produces spit call it mac lead new clip straight hits till the tracks dead im sane cuz i rap lead while the pigs an the strapped feds for no reason keep leavin theese blacks dead

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