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Got this crunk shit ,yeah bitches rollin’ hard
Got my chain rollin, 24 inches 2 far
Got these kidz dealing that cocaine resadew
Fuck u up quickesta so what tha fuck u gun do?
U cant do shit when the barrels in ur eyes
Cock that gun up, blow ur brains to the sky
U cant do shit now ur bodies on that pavement
u cant do shit hoe u part of my enslavement
Fuck wit me, bitch ur gunna get fucked back
Sex is not the issue when im pulling out my gat
Its part of that angel that tells u to be good
Its that 187 that’s runnin through ur hood
Im not a gangsta, fuck, im not even close
My lines flowin quicker than rips in panty hoes
But that’s not the problem, its ur fucking face
Punch u so hard bitch ,death is all u taste

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