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(It's Shneaky wit' it) Yuh Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Twin Glocks, double drops Don't run 'less it's the cops Fuck ops, smoke darts 'Til charcoal in my heart Turn my life into dice I slice 'til poltergeist Die divide into sky Then fight the fucking light Twin Glocks, double drops Don't run 'less it's the cops Fuck ops, smoke darts 'Til charcoal in my heart Turn my life into dice I slice 'til poltergeist Die divide into sky Then fight the fucking light In the two-seater with a repeater Your girl want me, she be over like a Visa And I'm no reaper, I gotta feed her Dick hеr down, then I gone stuff her likе burrita Mamacita, you give me fever Too hot, have to fuck her on the beamer Drink a litre, smoking reafer Holy fuck, the way she drop might be a keeper I'ma run it, gettin' top in my Adidas If you fronting, you'll get shot up like it FIFA Carpet fresh but you bet I'll call the cleaners He pray to God, I turned that bitch to a believer If anyone needs their carpets cleaned or know a bitch, um (Yuh) bleach on deck (yuh-yuh) bleach for free If it's blood, don't worry about it, we don't call no one (yuh, yuh) Twin Glocks, double drops Don't run 'less it's the cops Fuck ops, smoke darts 'Til charcoal in my heart Turn my life into dice I slice 'til poltergeist Die divide into sky Then fight the fucking light Twin Glocks, double drops Don't run 'less it's the cops Fuck ops, smoke darts 'Til charcoal in my heart Turn my life into dice I slice 'til poltergeist Die divide into sky Then fight the fucking light
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