| Tree hugging the wall-ass bitches fuck with a baller
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| Hard as a wrecking ball, crush your walls and fuck up your karma
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| Honor roll on your daughter, leave a puddle of water
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| That’s hot as your son’s man, tell him not to step on the daughter’s
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| Melodica minus the mellows, dick with a A suck it
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| No K but this shit’s busting, no spray on a bitch cousin
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| Don’t play when an itch coming, just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus
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| And the gun barrel he ain’t gonna be missed there, just tell him to
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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| Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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| Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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| Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)
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| You remember that shit?
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| Aye, aye
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| Is he paying attention?
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| In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger
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| The wash of the rest of the semen
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| They missed
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| But step off before you get red on your dress
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| Head from the best
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| Let it digress
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| Degrade, debase, the shade, the race
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| The ride, the crime that’s paid for face
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| And time is funny, ain’t it with a gun
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| Can paint it the color, but reverends have run
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| This town, this fucking club
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| Foot on the neckbone, in the gut
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| Tired of the 'trone, the heem, the belly, the lean
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| The Louie, the crown, the sound the scene
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| The cut, trying to cut
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| Lay in the cut, blood from the cut
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| Look at me they cuttin' the neck and exposing the guts
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| So get in there shit, let them bitch if you ready to
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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| Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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| Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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| Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)
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| I don’t even know what the fuck he was talking about…
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| Hey you… hey you see that shit when he did that?
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| Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building
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| The plaster is peeling
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| They willing to let a give, live a shit
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| Feelings could have a way out
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| Break shit
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| Killers ain’t dripping off burning
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| They burn for the burners to have a reason
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| To come out to the corner
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| To find a lesson or to learn em' a thing
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| Or three hundred and twenty one son of a gun
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| Of a runner of Uzi that’s weighing a ton
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| Or toner a tuner or lunatic
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| Moving these units like glue, how they do it
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| And sticking that, clicking that
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| Click and they clack
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| 'Cause that’s sound of a MAC in the trunk full of hooligans
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| Into the back of the Acura, accurate
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| Adequate at it again they’ll come back for this winning
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| They left you uncertain, you ready to…
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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| Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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| Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
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| Fuck shit up bitch break your
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