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Body bag, body bag Photo them, they don chopped his ass No parol, but the poll I got, they done dropped his ass No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat Coppas on my ass and shit Ain't do it, innocent Niggas know my resume, 30 poppa Bebe kid You don't know who Bay Bay is 4 six, Woodlawn OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit Uzi spit Got a deal, coolin with my movie bitch Movie clip, for a op nigga or a goofy bitch Get hit from my groopie bitch You wiffin hoes, you losin' it Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get scratched, bad, homicide Police said my baby shy Sup lo, before your ass was born I saved a 100 thou Daddy on his savage shit, you know that boy be whillin out You know I'm bring savage out Lurkin like why they hiddin out Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down Bro and them gotta be bonding now Me and my bitch we bonding now No cass, but that mac I got that bitch work condom style I spit crack like boby brown They know I'm a problem child Wiffin We don't do that shit, that shit be tifflin Cause the same bitch that eat the clique like she dykin Lovin hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in She suckin dick, that's the same bitch you give that night kiss Sucka, your ass was sucka, super man If I can't make you dance I bet that uzi can Backflip If you front your move when that mac spit All I know is drill, drill, drill on my pac shit 5 (Yea!), 4 (Yea!), 3 (Yea!), 2... I'm Back In! My shootas gonna shoot some shit Ruthless shit Cause we do this shit Backas on some spooky shit Droppin shit We gon do some shit Red light, red tape Got couple L on some goofy shit Goofy niggas claiming shit Niggas ain't even do this shit OTF 300 300 know that be GBE Body count with the opps on the top cause we stay in the league Don't lack It crack No Chris Paul my Clippers give him 3 You betta at tennessee I ain't talking tennessee Massacre Robbin shit Masked up like I'm dracula Mobbin shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know that we cashin up Twist her with the blinky it's black and it spins fast as fuck Niggas rapped a life time, who'd eva thought I'd pass em' up I'm from west hide and we gang bang When shortie be postin in cuts in the gang ways Crangin niggas, pussy as niggas call em rangin niggas Free my nigga rechi rich, he be so quick to change a nigga
Writer(s): Tyree Lamar Pittman, Durk D Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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