Flyweight
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IP:
Many men wish death on the best of text
Next time they see 'em, it's tecks to their chest
Often times robbers get shot up when robbin shit
Petty crime ends their lives & time like the apocalypse
Quit spittin ya bullshit that's old like cold skids
Runnin up to me? hold it, you'll pay like a toll bridge
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