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Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
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Reminisce Kioni Mackie
Reminisce Kioni Mackie
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Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
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Reminisce Kioni Mackie
Reminisce Kioni Mackie
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Dispatch from engine eight Engine eight go ahead sir I have information there may be at least five patients Dispatch from engine eight we're on the scene, we do have a In reports of all the victims and an active shooter engine eight is gonna establish a sentry command Yup – who the fuck you niggas think you're playing with Yup – give you 33, like I'm Mason Yup – hogtie him up in the basement Mask on you don't even know who you facing Yup – cheerlеaders I will kill your mascot Yup – you be dick-riding the man likе a black cop Yup – get your casket closed like a laptop And you ain't gotta be a bitch to get your ass shot Yup Ay yo Staten Island gangsters love to get money You broke niggas (look over your shoulder, honey) You don't even wave it, niggas will stop playing Your big homie pussy I'm waiting to sauté him Season 'em, that's the only way I'll obey him Fry this nigga, the switch blade'll fillet him Niggas will rob you and take your pharmaceuticals Gon' be a lot of slow singing at your funeral Didn't I tell you, savages in the night (yup) And you don't even know it's on sight (yup) Catch you sleeping, run up on you at the light (wake up) I don't know it was this easy to fly a kite Yup – who the fuck you niggas think you're playing with Yup – give you 33, like I'm Mason Yup – hogtie him up in the basement Mask on you don't even know who you facing Yup – cheerleaders I will kill your mascot Yup – you be dick-riding the man like a black cop Get your casket closed like a laptop (Ay yo Kakes what's up) And you ain't gotta be a bitch to get your ass shot Yup Y'all know how I give it up I'm really that bitch, y'all just little mutts It's big Remy a big dog, you a little pub I'm practically a virgin cause I ain't never gave a fuck Word to the Frankstein all you little bitches suck I still carry a boxcutter, somebody getting cut And I know how to fight but all y'all bitches getting jumped Ain't no fair ones, I spend what you spent on Rent to get my hair done Let's get something clear, hun If I give the okay's AK's will spray the shit I be thinkin' I'm a punch her in the face and pay the bitch, yup Who y'all bitches think y'all playin' with, y'all out here eating ass And you wonder why I spazz when y'all be saying shit Yup – who the fuck you niggas think you're playing with Yup – give you 33, like I'm Mason Yup – hogtie him up in the basement Mask on you don't even know who you facing Yup – cheerleaders I will kill your mascot Yup – you be dick-riding the man like a black cop Yup – get your casket closed like a laptop And you ain't gotta be a bitch to get your ass shot Yup
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