| poo poo to a great daine
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| shooter who wont take aim
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| im brutal make your brains hang
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| dude that make the game change
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| looser you’s a straight lame
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| claming you can take pain
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| i knew a doo doo gang bang
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| and shoot up through is main vien
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| Rolerey for pass it
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| blows this beat to ash it
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| my flow will reach the masses
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| my poetry is masses
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| loyalty and acid
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| but most the people lack it
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| they’ll burn you deep as acid
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| turn your cheek go slap it
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| trust none
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| cause all they want is your trust funds
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| loves runs for only those who unloved ones
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| but fuck it i came to close to run from
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| these fucking bums that do nothing more
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| then run tounges
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| im busy making my fucking doe out of lump somes
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| this aint for iggy and joe joe
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| when i say run son
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| i came in the club drunk
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| cope and making the club drunk
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| im making the sub dump
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| look at the way you cump slump
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| living my life i
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| sky high
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| purple blur’n out my eye sye
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| bright lights
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| night life
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| bitch ima bout it
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| cause ima
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| ima a product of a
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| qucik kick that cant catch it
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| mr fuckin fantastic, rap classic
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| give the game my all while you just have ass it
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| hoodie up with black glasses
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| leave a chump with fat gashes
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| hit the club to grab asses
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| bitches love to act rachet
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| plenty hoes, many models
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| watch this henny make me wobbel
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| throw an empty remy bottle
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| while i load this semi-auto
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| get this change is my motto
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| spit the flames let them follow
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| tell you dame get ready to swallow
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| like her name was demi levato |