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How that brick look wet, you don't know? How them boys react when they get pressed, they some hoes? What Skuba do when he get him new packs, get ‘em gone What [?] do when he get new straps, aim at souls How you fake man, face speaking on your past, huh You know what you did, you know why they on your ass, huh I know what I’m doing, I ain’t ran from shit, I’m mad, huh Stand on what I speak and be outside on that [?] I go east to west, west to east, ain’t no stress for me I ain’t in my hood, I’m in my other hood, lil’ racks on me I might just come rd, grandpa Max, [?] and his niece I’m gone hit that raw and get ‘em gone, bout 17 a piece Bout 17 at least, I’m plugged in for real, that ain’t no reach If I had to reach, I’m Mr. Fantastic that work for free Stretched that bitch to three, a [?] Bitch this ain’t no dream, my daddy had me raw triple beam I might drop a ring, you Green Lantern when you sip your lean Bitch I sit down, why I gotta [?] like Spock when I pour up my cream We move fast like Sonic, bitch I’m Knuckles, if you wanna tussle White bitch fine like Sonja on the [?], but she still buy her hustle R.I.P. To Nipsey Hussle, but these blues I get, they go for double Sometimes go for triple, I can’t help but flip ‘em Static, shocked your bitch, your pussy tickle Electrify that nipple, I’m [?] when I tell that bitch suck it She ain’t even trippin’ Modern warfare, a n***a in real life Got a kilo with me, I might shoot this shit to Indiana, all I [?] with it Regenerate my health like Wolverine so I need no n***a Percocets treat me like [?] you know I keep them bitches Bitch my white boy loyal and he royal William Regal with it Make this yopper do a spin the room, Booker T them n****s Make that. 40 Diamond Dallas Page, ddt a n***a Kill ‘em when I see a n***a, Cyclops, red beam a n***a N****s love to [?], so we control or delete them n****s I don’t compete with n****s, nor do I eat with n****s Nor is shit sweet with n****s, won’t trick or treat no n***a Never fuck with a mans ‘cause Jim Carey ain’t no street n***a My shooter still got the mask on, Uber moving like Crash Bandicoot Kill a n***a for a band or two, out the way where I landed to Brung a bitch, she the baddest too Biggest strap for the maddest n***a who act bad, I’mma blam his boo Leave his mama in the saddest mood, same attitude I had in school I throw my fist like a Destructo Disc, huh yeah I treat that bitch like she a bust on bitch Huh, she ain’t hit no shit, something to fuck on, ooh Huh, n****s ain’t doin’ shit and get to fuck on too Ravishing Rick Rude, big squad Skoob I’m a [?] bullshit, bitch you should’a knew I did too much drugs for me being into you Your worst fears came true, you got [?] I was cappin’ to you baby, that’s what happen to us baby Your lil’ pussy [?] be happy lil’ baby And you dumb as hell, huh And I’m young as hell, huh Do that shit again, huh, cause it was fun as hell
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