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(add all dat!)

(hahahaaa)

(awww sh-t) (d-mn!)

dat boy went n wrote a f-ckin statement
ain’t no loyalty!
what the f-ck you mean? dem cracker m-th-f-cka’s showing me
yea i hate dat stupid b-tch
yeah you know dat stupid b-tch
think you ever had another (f-ckin!) chance
b-tch you f-ckin wish!
don’t know where my mama at
i can’t let my daddy go (d-mn!)
“daddy where is mommy at?”
“n-gga i don’t f-ckin know!”
d-mn i thank god for dis shoof
on the strip like “what it do?”(do?)
i been screamin’ “where deez n-ggas at!!???”
like dis is scooby doo!
red rover
come over
scene was red all overrr!
yo name on dis doja b-tch
baby mama lost her sh-t!
they will light yo candles
i will light up yo menorah b-tch!
see b-tch what i told ya?
watch out for the sniper!
i don’t give a f-ck!
what’s a goon to a soldier?
psychopathic n-gga and a menace
ain’t no lovin’ me
all my soldiers shootin 33???
a ghetto symphony
sniper on the roof, he on yo boots
you john f kennedy (ooh sh-t)
quis done ran inside dat n-gga house
gave dat n-gga beats! (huah!)
n-ggas say he slid on him like santa, bro i’m f-ckin’ weak!
gettin’ st-rdy wit my demons baby dis is halloween! (d-mn!)
when i seen dat n-gga change my daughter
dat sh-t f-cked me up
touch six walls i’ll really deck the halls (faw faw faw!)
come and test yo luck
you refused to hold him down in august dat boy p-ssy sore
stupid b-tch, you should’ve kept his stork (d-mn!)
l on your report! (d-mn!)
she put money on my daughter‘s head, wanna whack the b-tch
catch a tiger wit dis 5.56, his ass ain’t holler sh-t!
walk a n-gga down, shiii, lean wit it rock wit it
stop wit it
tree soldierz!!!
gon n hit ya walk n-gga
brodi let dat m-th-f-cka sw-ng like he was spider-man
on my own but stuntin’ like my daddy
(like he jackie chan!)
i don’t need no m-th-f-ckin body, i’m forever straight!
33 done hit dat n-gga face??? dats a doa!!!!
ooh ladi-dadi-
shawty got a body
watch me hit the switch!
yup in my white tee!!!
love the b-tch to death, she said “talk to me nicely”
i said precisely, my name telly v. i’m smooth as ice cream
cash rules everything around me, (tree!)
everything i say is by design
if im lyin’ bae im flyin’
you the matrix of my mind (ooh)
i’m a gangsta fanatic
talkin like you major, get the static! (ooh, d-mn!)
trappin’ came a habit, give a f-ck bout if you had it
(b-tch!)
5.56 gon hit em, ah-ah-ahh, i shoot like bobby b-tch! (awwww shiiit!!!)
don’t be out here huntin’ in the woods we do explicit sh-t! (d-mn!)
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