| We do drills, the blogs don’t post it
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| We keep it shut, we don’t care for promotion
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| Grip this shank in motion
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| Lift man up, leave the homeboy soulless
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| Bankai stance I’m approachin'
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| Make man drown in a home made ocean
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| We was here, now we’re gone
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| Call that locomotion
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| Bang it off for the rush
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| Hit man, go back and roll bud
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| Is it true he got touched?
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| Tell that yute to lift up his top
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| A pussy got touched by the 98 once
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| We ride out tryna pierce man’s skin
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| Take that life, kill that prick
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| They ride out for the Snaps and shit
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| Your brother got touched and you ain’t done shit
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| Had the young boys lookin' down like 'shit'
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| Left him Japan, 98 shit
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| AB skits, Samurai, two Twix
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| Wet man, he’s done, now he’s pissed
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| Pull up with the gleen, you just sing, no choir
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| Plus come good like Lizzie McGuire
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| Wet man down 'til he expires
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| Cheff man, watch him lean
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| Bleed, he can’t breath
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| Wet man down with speed
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| See red like McQueen
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| Double S, that’s a team
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| She tried fuck, should’ve figured a way man
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| Take her Miami, she holds this heat
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| Slap this wap like I picture my
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| Cheff man, watch him lean
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| Bleed, he can’t breath
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| Wet man down with speed
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| See red like McQueen
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| Double S, that’s a team
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| She tried fuck, should’ve figured a way man
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| Take her Miami, she holds this heat
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| Slap this wap like I picture my
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| Who care about a lockdown?
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| Get 'round there tryna score me a touch down
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| Grab this mash and start bangin'
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| Slap it 'til man cabbaged
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| Let’s talk this shit if we’re gangsters
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| Them man do it for the net, dumb actors
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| Pull up on action, leave man cancelled
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| And flattened
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| I got called for a one-two passa
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| Shells gon' chew my man like some pasta
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| Or backin' the stab
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| Gotta watch him stagger, then I catch up
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| Stack the, tell him dancer
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| I don’t need no answer
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| When it rings, watch your boys move faster
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| He had his rum, now he’s gone, what a bummer
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| Wet man down, pure laughter
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| Bore man up 'cah it’s death I’m after
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| cig had me sour
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| Through the rain like angel showers
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| Dotty come long like towers
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| Twin buzzys, that head back mash up
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| I caught ***, I left man stab up
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| Man can’t chat on my name, get splashed up
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| Cheff man, watch him lean
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| Bleed, he can’t breath
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| Wet man down with speed
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| See red like McQueen
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| Double S, that’s a team
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| She tried fuck, should’ve figured a way man
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| Take her Miami, she holds this heat
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| Slap this wap like I picture my
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| Cheff man, watch him lean
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| Bleed, he can’t breath
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| Wet man down with speed
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| See red like McQueen
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| Double S, that’s a team
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| She tried fuck, should’ve figured a way man
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| Take her Miami, she holds this heat
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| Slap this wap like I picture my
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| ZCBeats |