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WALLACE
WALLACE
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Put the money in the bag bitch I ain't playin' games I got money from my rap tapes Bitch I'm gettin' played I ain't even dropped my tape yet I'm still gettin' laid Got these bitches on my tape deck Straight out from bomb-bay When I drop a fuckin verse I'm gon' gon' bring it to yo nurses Keep on fuckin' while you birthin' Teach you bad words up in cursive When I came up in the game I brought a type of novocaine That causes pain up in a way Cause' fuck around These bullets spray I dug another grave For bastard rappers ran another train I'll give you attitude for pain And kill anotha' fella Kurt Co-banging Bitch I'm ganging I can kill you wit' these flames in Causin massacres endangerin' I'm beggin' losin' patience Huntin' gatherin' just lately Bitches hate me I don't know if cause' baby I just popped lil zalley' Drove my ass a lil crazy Basically I bomb atomically Ironically I fuck these soccer teens And probably cause another causality You'll hear me screamin' fuck dollar tree When I'm 70 You'll prolly' see me sippin' on my lean Mixed wit' Hennesey
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