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Raymond Bullette
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**** want your trust so that they can just snake you
Pussy shit front door me so this Draco can face you
And that bitch not in love, she in love with the fake you
This the life of the trenches, it can make you or break you
Well, bitch, I'm from the hood where they rob you and shank you
Got some **** uppin chops and they ready to spray you
Six flags Lex Luthor shot him high to the sky
Are you dumb? Keep on playin this steel so hot you will die
**** will earn your loyalty with ill intent
Type of **** with no brain and will jump off a cliff
Man, these **** actin' iffy, shit, pass me the blick
Four ****, four guns when we groovin' this whip
Gotta get to the loaf, I love chasin' this shit
Somebody get they hoe, she love suckin' this dick
Heard the feds got the drop, moved the dope to the shed
I ain't fuckin' with no marks the Loks comin' instead
I'ma leave you in the smoke like a leakin' exhaust
Givin' **** cold shoulder like a kingpin boss
If a bitch ever fumble me, that's her loss
I'm fresh to death and crisp like a bottle of Voss
I'ma double park the Bentley, bitch, this parkin' reserved
Absurd, that you **** repeat what you heard
Finna take a trip to Florida just to cop me a bird
Got some bitches out in London that's gon' dump it and splurge
Gotta get to the money by any means, this shit is critical
Made it to C-25, this shit a miracle
Mama seen him stretched out, hysterical
They count us out and I ain't talkin' bout numerical
Fuck you mean, nine to five, I'm on the block
Really dangerous, I will shoot you with my Glock
Why you out here claimin' bodies you did not dunderheaded you the quickest to get popped
Written by: Raymond Bullette