| 28 shit
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| Holy
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| I be silly since sixteen, black as fuck, but I’m known as mixeb-
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| 'Cause I swear on my people, they don’t give me the twist, can you see what I’m
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| seein' here?
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| My bottles they never been empty, the weed that I smoke I be thinkin' clear
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| Never sippin' on Everclear, that’s why you never got bitches ass
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| It’s 1942, we give a fuck what a ticket is
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| Stop act like you the shit
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| No offense, you can come suck my dick
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| Ballin' is a habit, if she bad then I beggin' it
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| Give a fuck what bagage is, I can get rid off this savage shit
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| Who? |
| Wait, what, them?
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| Who the hell talkin' to us?
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| I ain’t never heard such a bluff
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| Boy, you better go and get pretention 'cause
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| Who? |
| Wair, what, them?
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| If that’s your army you fuckin' up
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| I been told before that it ain’t enough
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| Bring a shame on your gang 'cause you can’t give up
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| We gettin' quiter, startin' the riot, ride at your thought
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| You fuck with the fire and you get burn, it’s how the shit go
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| The Reaper’s here, I brought the scythe, it’s adios
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| Don’t tell us so, you be
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| Who? |
| Wait, what, them?
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| Who the hell talkin' to us?
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| I ain’t never heard such a bluff
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| Boy, you better go and get pretention 'cause
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| Who? |
| Wair, what, them?
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| If that’s your army you fuckin' up
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| I been told before that it ain’t enough
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| Bring a shame on your gang 'cause you can’t give up
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| Who? |
| Wait, what, them?
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| Who the hell talkin' to us?
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| I ain’t never heard such a bluff
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| Boy, you better go and get pretention 'cause
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| Who? |
| Wair, what, them?
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| If that’s your army you fuckin' up
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| I been told before that it ain’t enough
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| Bring a shame on your gang 'cause you can’t give up
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| I turn a whole gang to a by pickin' up all of the pieces
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| I put the shit all together, why your shit is still lay in pieces?
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| I put the gang on, nigga, fuck you did? |
| Always bringin' up your résumé
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| Niggas ain’t earn one strike but they sit down and call me sensei
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| 'Cause we hard in this bitch, roll up, high as fuck, and hop off a bitch
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| Watch how I glide in, I’m locked in, I’ma win, who you got to defeat?
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| Let’s finish the shit that I’m on, look at me wrong and you gone
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| And it’s the tip that she on, and she ain’t wrong 'cause I’m on
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| I talk this way 'cause it’s long
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