| Is that what floats in the river, the competition
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| I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2
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| The 600 on 20 inch starfish hallow tip did da rip through your cartilage any
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| ganja any fucking high you know leave them stiff like genes at the dry cleaners
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| and the wife be the light blue dickie pants catch you slippin scope on him as
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| he picks his ass born killa heal wood go getta wave bye as he float down a cold
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| river jack rippa like a jacka worpian I write in pencil this is how a story end
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| rhyme wicked forensic scientific you can’t see me dog unless you buy a ticket
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| blunt hittin let the heat up lift em the specifics must be left un written he
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| got a chest full of Nenobroads off spring I’m not a ridge bitch I told you not
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| to cross me
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| Is that what floats in the river,? |
| The competition
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| I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2
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| The 811 runt of the liter look I got legs I am not the presenter momma only got
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| 7 tits that works so I fight everyday just to get me a squirt last name
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| maximums first name blutamuss jackass have me like why did he shoot at us fuck
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| with me it’s pain and drama son I will hunt you like your names Osama call me
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| bird watcher you got white breaks I’m Robbin like I’m batmans sidekick everyone
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| telling me stop drop roll but I stay on fire like rasta smoke competition bore
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| me who you suppose to be? |
| Number one nigga please you ain’t close to me get
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| dealt with sleep with the jelly fish have you on some more someone please help
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| me shit
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| Is that what floats in the river, the competition
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| I told you los was a killa, you wouldn’t listen X2
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| FREE SPM |