You already got my glock to the back of your head Should not believe in, too late one of them slip, it's my foes Smiles can be deceivin' even if it's your friendsĪnd hoes that know we can't be even Steven I have to tell these niggas time and time again Keep on talkin' all that noise and I'ma get big like big business Put your body in a ditch or dig a grave for that shitĭon't you ask who like it, Crunchy Blac did it bitch Keep on dissin' this click and we gon' hurt one of you tricks You friendly ass hoes I scratch off my listįriends like foes in these hoes, keep on talkin' that shitĪctin' like they bad as fuck but they ain' really talkin' 'bout shit Watch you see this gangsta bitch get scandalous
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Is all I need, plus my weed and the N I N EĬome into my face with that pimpin' ass shit Prophet Entertainment member known as Boo I'm trying to tell you hoe, let me tell you bitch Never would you have tasted me from the start I'm bumpin' so hard, it's like, oh my God This shit is so fucked up, I can't even trust ya Includin' you crossers, includin' you bustas Now if you feel me tell me whose that creepin' for your head You hear some laughin', who's that in the window gaspin' That mess in my head, if the constantly teachin' this evil shit I'm havin' cisions of flesh like that roozer tech I ain't showin' no mercy, goddamn it, I'm bustin' that ass You'll be fled, I'll be glad when I make you hit that grass I'm takin' no shots bustin' these caps off in these bitchesįool, I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech fatality I'm lookin' for them trizicks tryin' to put a group up in they clizick Now them bustas on the floor, covered up by pillows, oh no Hit a man bustin' up in my door, so I grab my 44 Roman 6-23 nigga, read it and weep, biatch Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work in yaįor the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord
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