I'm going to be fuck up nieg I go ahead with my cousin.

He K-B-I'm a lady.

Yeah.

Let's get it, throw that mass on when you jump out first you better blast yeah

We don't like slow shit on his some switches fast ain't gonna lie the city highway

strikers they don't last tunnel when you pop in with your killers you better check your gas We don't last. Turn on. When you pop in with your killers, you better check your guests.

We don't party on other blocks.

They fuck with other ops.

Let's get it.

Then come round like you gang that got your brother shot.

You say his name inside a song

a song that got your brother hot

Then leave him hanging without a lawyer that shit dumbest fuck

You come outside with at your gun the boy you dumbest fuck

Don't ain't no quick run to the store they pop out fair you up.

I told my P.O. through the gate that I get has fuck.

She asked me how how do I get I told her hashed up.

My brother told me get some probably I kept getting glocky. I told him I only drink wacky. He say I'm getting

conscious. All them bitches want to fuck me. I don't get them money. One big thought I told

it, yeah, I said you better block me he survived one to the

head but it fucked up his body you think he offer aider ran the way that

nah nada he don't even know about drugs he saline sat lean oxy-cocet. You trying to judge him off his looks.

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