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What? What? |
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What?What? |
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What? What? |
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What? What? |
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What? What? |
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My nigga told me once |
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Don't you trust them motherfuckers |
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They act like they your thugs |
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But they phoney motherfuckers |
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My nigga told me once |
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Don't you trust them motherfuckers |
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They act like they your thugs |
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But they phoney motherfuckers |
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My nigga told me once |
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Don't you trust them motherfuckers |
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They act like they your thugs |
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But they phoney motherfuckers |
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My nigga told me once |
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Don't you trust them motherfuckers |
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They act like they your thugs |
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But they phoney motherfuckers |
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You trust no you trust no fucking bitch' |
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Cuz if you trust a fucking bitch you be in the ditch |
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Oh no you let a hoe |
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Set you up and now its time to let these hoes know its go |
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You kick in'z they door you lay them on the floor |
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You put the gun to they motherfucking forehead bro |
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Is it fucking come? |
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Is it fucking go? |
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I kill a hoe like |
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I kill a fucking nigga bro |
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I thought you fucking knew you fucking with the six |
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You fuck with us we put your body in a fucking ditch |
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Bitch you done fucked around with the clique |
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Click A motherfuckers gun sound bitch |
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We don't trust no hoe, we don't trust no man |
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We got our own fucking thing don't you understand |
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Now how the fuck the hoes think they taken something |
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You take nothing you only taken the fucking drama |
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My nigga told me once |
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Don't you trust them motherfuckers |
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They act like they your thugs |
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But they phoney motherfuckers |
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How could you betray your folk |
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Haters like you should be smoked |
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Killed wrapped in plastic body bags 'cuz you're [unverified] |
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Trick we coming after ya death is looking drastical |
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Strapped up spectacular then suck blood like |
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DraculaBest make sure you haven't said never hide the evidence |
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Use to be my nigga now |
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I'm rampaging your residence |
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Pay my dues down the juice, stealing what?' |
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Cuz you [unverified] back in middle school |
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What happened to blazing bags |
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Hanging out and skipping class |
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Now you in the [unverified] position bitch you wanna blast |
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Hating us superior, murder your ass now meeting the criteria |
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Ain't no use in being shamed blood on your mirror frame |
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And that was provided from my [unverified] a nigga to the brain |
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I'm deranged born crazed, shimmy to the turning lane |
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Couldn't drop this nigga so |
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I took his ass to the game |
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My nigga told me once |
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Don't you trust them motherfuckers |
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They act like they your thugs |
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But they phoney motherfuckers |
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Ash to ash, dust to dust |
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How many motherfuckers that |
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I can't trust |
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I can't trust suckers, |
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I can't trust suckers |
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And I sure can't trust that nigga that be riding in that back trunk |
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And I can't trust my gal 'cuz my gal she snitch |
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And I can't trust that bitch 'cuz a bitch is a bitch |
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And I can't trust that nigga that |
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I use to hang with' |
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Cuz that nigga |
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I use to hang with he'll flow like a bitch |
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And I can't trust chuck 'cuz chuck hear what |
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Have me walking round here singing shookey like dookey |
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And I can't trust my [unverified] bust out my window and |
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I [unverified] |
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All over my car nigga you know who |
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I amRat tat tat is my level pushing bodies in bags |
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Bodies in bag and have your ass walking the procession |
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Fuck with me my nigga putting bodies in bag |
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My nigga told me once |
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Don't you trust them motherfuckers |
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They act like they your thugs |
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But they phoney motherfuckers |
