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Yung Rare
Yung Rare
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If a nigga think he hard, it's blood in and blood out You get arrested with no charge, niggas runnin' they mouth Yeah, yeah, we don't get caught We don't get shot, we don't get dropped If a nigga think he hard, it's blood in and blood out You get arrested with no charge, niggas runnin' they mouth Yeah, yeah, we don't get caught We don't get shot, we don't get dropped, yeah Fuck the talkin', run up on me, let's set it off Pistol sparkin', asses to ashes, bodies drop [?] homicidal, my mind Two-steppin' on his tube while he buriеd alive Menopause, you pussy, you can't hang with mе, dawg Holocaust, I hope the heat doesn't burn 'em all Three stars, like GTA, bitch, I'm peeling off [?] saw, chop him up, watch his body crawl Don't test your luck, I wouldn't tempt the beast Go [?] for ya if you playin' hide and seek Wishin' death upon my enemies So say your prayers before you lay to sleep Can't stand 'em, hit the mansion like Manson No chance, it's body bag, up for ransom Black casket, masked up in a Phantom Suplex your chest, it's how we slam 'em We the reason you niggas get shot with no gang Be led to opps and then we pop heads Make 'em drop the Glock, gon' leave your block red And my brother hold the pistol, you ain't heard about it Okay, okay Rain bodies, raise hell, I'm suicidal Leave 'em layin' in [?] No faces, no bodies and no traces If a nigga think he hard, it's blood in and blood out You get arrested with no charge, niggas runnin' they mouth Yeah, yeah, we don't get caught We don't get shot, we don't get dropped If a nigga think he hard, it's blood in and blood out You get arrested with no charge, niggas runnin' they mouth Yeah, yeah, we don't get caught We don't get shot, we don't get dropped, yeah
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