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New to RV
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IP:
Look here famz
yo,
Put a path-2-yah-bed feels like I stood wit a stool-wit-the-meds.
Put the 2ool-to-yuh-head, countin' ya brain frags. 'n du-rags.
I Call it Murder because I body lyrics times the size of two bags.
I'm not a gangsta "dawg" but I'll make a nigga crawl-on-da-floor.
From the wall-to-the-door I crash out like drunk drivin' two jags.
I've seen niggas fall before on beatz 'cause they can't use two legs.
Make kats hit the pan worse then my moms cookin' spewed eggs.
Wit a sickness on my tip, yall be drinkin' my flow like I had "Kool-Aids".
HoFFa
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