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letra de gettin low as fuck with three dolphins 3gs an steve hawkins - zmanic

go r-t-rded on ahh ho like an autistic kid smoke an get low an you know the biscuit hid pull up an hit ya lid i f-cks wit no kids cuz i gots ahh hit list an sh-t haha that was just ahh kid send drones to ya home im obama i miss the kids only difference my llama touches my wrist tahh grip you a b-tch -ss hittin children wit missles b-tch im poor an your rich yet that door to my 20’s in mids money won’t mean sh-t cuz no n-gga will be grumy wit my kids talkin that sh-t this world’s out wit targets that hit receive no remorse i roll it i spark it i hit an i need now no more with no smoke im not me can’t function won’t listen i roll smoke im c-cky will not be ahh christian myself my religion this world she’s my b-tch an im shovin my fist in f-ck all them bros dissin talk sh-t an ill listen f-ck up your condition young bulls on some dumb sh-t talkin an walkin as if they on some drum sh-t long clip spill clips bong hits an thrill trips as if you all tough some of ya cool but ya b-tches all bluff i love my bros love my fam shout out keep it all tucked n-ggas creep wit dumb luck count it leaches enough to suck all yall blood im tryna stay real yet theese n-ggas is mud dirt an jus bull sh-t runnin the mouth pump to the mouth reach the brains an leave em all out im insane ahh believer ahh doubt never listen jus envision those higher in position droppin towers scarin christians bunch ahh liars an b-tches war is red for the blood yet green seems to reach to theese liars up above wanna call them n-ggas thugs yet you the ones placin bugs b-tch please they sellin dubs tryna grub cuz this system isn’t with em it jus whips em if they lippin acknowledges the pain within yet kicks em while they limpin so now they rob the system dump the clip an im 40 sippin hit the spot pull the hot if the shorty trippin pull the pot bong rippin so im truely trippin lil n-gga now im surely dippin i like cheese an nike ease. if i sight jeez. i light jeez. i cough an i sneeze while i puff on my cheese. green cheese green crack ayy kay. cherry pie 8k on top one rack jus a tip. yet i drop one stack rims 26 wit the sh-ts iraq. b-tches wanna lip like i slack. come talk sh-t to my track. one hit seein black no n-gga but i clap. as soon as i burn straps. lean back an spray macs i spit facts wit trey laps. of iron while im firing so stay back. well it seems money is control. dead presidents the role. of a n-gga lose his soul. then he rob you from ahh hole. at the end i see no purpose we just failed as we begun another stupid f-ckin creature didn’t know what we had done to come into this f-ckin show of weakness we have run see as me im done chill pull the f-ckin dutch ain’t no rush for dyin ain’t no loss of touch my vision an my mind is the god i trust while grippin on the iron while it f-ckin rust out here in the rain smiling while i bust for crust an get the bread stay true to your vocabulary before these n-ggas get ahh clue of all the trash ya burry stickin like some glue to you that past you carry b-tches you had em but the game that b-tch that you had to marry keeps you locked in ahh room with all that sh-t that ya carry im thinkin ahh gats that vary iphone main sh-t trap with the blackyberry i guess ima dumb f-ckin kid cuz i idolize thugs cuz the thugs up above get none ahh my love f-ck the system takes guns an runs drugs through doctors yet nugs ain’t proper to love f-ck all the buzz im higher than f-ck k!ll n-ggas like myers dumb luck an some plyers buck shots for torture an murder leave snitches an lyers tahh rot. i paint wit ya blood the portrait the burner carves out in the mud the one n-gga high off the bud other n-gga wit the wire an slug i give this fire ahh tug b-tch you ahh scrub trust me n-gga im higher above this world is as simple as love learn it an know it my n-gga we all get along but see its bout that paper n-ggas wantin p-ssy they don’t ask before they take her in other words f-cked up people an their makers like jesus he the savior b-tch f-ck that sh-t you know its fake come an suck this d-ck like its flavored wit this dro i bake papers an listen to these politicians i used to never give ahh f-ck but now sh-t jus be in my visions like n-ggas runnin no gun police never missin the spot where the badge is mark where the b-tch is rip to the youngins lost out there flippin i never lived it jus mentally visit through lines when ya spit sh-t

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