| text, changed call
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| They like, «Your big bruh gone»
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| Lil bitch, it’s time to cut it on
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| Fuck it, up them heaters and bang yo' chrome
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| This one for my fallen soldiers
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| This here for my fallen soldiers
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| This one for my fallen soldiers
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| My big piece dividing soldiers
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| How you check out on a nigga?
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| How you know that we don’t miss ya?
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| I felt yo' pain when that bitch hit ya
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| Got a mop on me, nigga
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| We gon' ride on them niggas
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| Fuck it, they gon' die sooner or later
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| like you in nails
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| Hope you like our RP shells
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| These niggas hating for no reason, that shit a shame
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| They like, «Kyyngg, get yo' money and stay in yo' own lane»
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| I swear these niggas envy for nothing, don’t like seeing you up
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| And if I happen to fall, they not picking me up, no
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| text, changed call
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| They like, «Your big bruh gone»
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| Lil bitch, it’s time to cut it on
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| Fuck it, up them heaters and bang yo' chrome
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| This one for my fallen soldiers
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| This here for my fallen soldiers
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| This one for my fallen soldiers
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| My big piece dividing soldiers
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| How you check out on a nigga? |
| How you know that we don’t miss ya?
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| I felt yo' pain when that bitch hit ya
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| Lil bitch, I keep it funky, these other niggas phony
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| Fuck all that fake love, don’t bring that 'round me, homie
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| Stay true to my religion, I ain’t with no fake ass dissin'
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| Lil boy, I keep a Smith-N, I ain’t really into slippin'
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| No, rest in peace to my niggas
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| Yeah, rest in peace to my…
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| Yeah, rest in peace to them, oh
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| text, changed call
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| They like, «Your big bruh gone»
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| Lil bitch, it’s time to cut it on
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| Fuck it, up them heaters and bang yo' chrome
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| This one for my fallen soldiers
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| This here for my fallen soldiers
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| This one for my fallen soldiers
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| My big piece dividing soldiers
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| How you check out on a nigga?
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| How you know that we don’t miss ya?
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| I felt yo' pain when that bitch hit ya |