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TrellOsama
TrellOsama
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Corde Burns
Corde Burns
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(Dvus Texas nigga) Crack his dome, give a fuck this some soldier shit Okay I'm capping I give a fuck but I'll shoot the bitch 388 catch him lacking pull up beside the whip He better not play this ain't no game, I'll leave him Jit I'm a cold hearted hustler From the bottom I'm the Reaper These niggas dissing on they songs Fuck that talking God can greet them I got 100 on his ass We gone spin hollows eat him He get to talking all that solider war I catch him I'm leave him I'm giving her wood, said I'm serving her raw I got that shit that's gone lock up her jaw Pull a few string just like a guitar Not Hollywood but she know I'm a star My niggas they wetting shit all in the mall Brand new AR and it shoot through the wall I tell the teller I need a withdrawal My gun got some tits I'm undoing her bra These bullets gone hawk him he won't make it far Coughing up liquids a bloody cigar Catch him in traffic we parallel park I'm toting that iron just like Tony Stark Just like Tony Stark I'm toting that Iron Eye of the tiger, heart of the lion You niggas can't fuck with me I see them trying Come up on a dub my niggas ain't dying My niggas ain't dying or going for shit Nigga dissing on me then he better have tint Shoot at his face I don't do no attempt She won't get a kiss after sucking my dick 30-06 make his whip do a flip Shit, I got his bitch in my room doing tricks I'm getting groovy I'm moving her hips Recorded that hoe while she giving me lip Seen her with her nigga and blew her a kiss He ain't even step, this nigga a bitch I can't even cap like the hoes don't want me All of my life they been on my dick Ion want peace, Ion wanna diss Hollows in the air, God get your kids Before a nigga play think about your whig Ion wanna talk let'em off the rip Ruger 5-7 this ain't no Glock Let a nigga play he gone get popped Something like a bar how we serve shots Hanging out the window focused on the op I'm ten toes, nigga you not Fucking on his hoe, she gone give the drop Holes in his body leave him like a Croc Hundred on his head pull up like the SWAT I'm gripping her head I'm there to support her Phone going dead but I'm still gone record her That Ruger like Clay when he shoot from the corner I'll box me a nigga like Shawn Porter I walk in this bitch better get in order I'm stubborn as fuck like a Trump supporter I'm fucking yo bitch but I don't adore her Got a move on a brick just made a quarter
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