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Witcliffe Seymore Cunningham
Witcliffe Seymore Cunningham
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Gavin Di Different
Gavin Di Different
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WildMob Fully I'm in New York we be raising the bar Up in the valley rock like a guitar And I'm freestyling I'm on the radar Yea they fuck up when they put me on stage Hop on the track and you know imma rage I was seven when I hopped off the porch Road to a milli yea I'm on the course Fuck on yo bitch cut her off and divorce I am a demon ain't got no remorse Need me a milli don't need no Patek Obeahman ah wuk e magic Doing so good I be making em sick Shut up yo mouth don't get hit wit da stick 72 Demons yea that is my clique Kabbalah that is the black man magic Sending them shots and you cannot dodge it Snatching yo life Holy Shit it's tragic Death is the only way you cannot live He fuck around he get hit with the mac Okay Labbaba make them demons attack I got a shooter he smoking on crack I got a bad bitch you know that she black Shoot at yo belly yea shoot at yo hat I took yo life no you won't get it back Everyday I wake up I get a stack I need a blicky I hit the Polack I switch it up then a nigga get zapped I'm with the devil yea we made a pact That nigga talked so I he had to get clapped I need some money now I'm doing tax Negus be sad better give em Prozac I turn it up nigga I get it lit Walking on Negus like I pop a zit Hop in the booth and I empty the clip I'm in New York we be raising the bar Up in the valley rock like a guitar And I'm freestyling I'm on the radar Yea they fuck up when they put me on stage Hop on the track and you know imma rage I was seven when I hopped off the porch Road to a milli yea I'm on the course Fuck on yo bitch cut her off and divorce I am a demon ain't got no remorse Need me a milli don't need no Patek Obeahman ah wuk e magic Doing so good I be making em sick Shut up yo mouth don't get hit wit da stick 72 Demons yea that is my clique Kabbalah that is the black man magic Sending them shots and you cannot dodge it Snatching yo life Holy Shit it's tragic Death is the only way you cannot live He fuck around he get hit with the mac Okay Labbaba make them demons attack I got a shooter he smoking on crack I got a bad bitch you know that she black Shoot at yo belly yea shoot at yo hat I took yo life no you won't get it back Everyday I wake up I get a stack I need a blicky I hit the Polack I switch it up then a nigga get zapped I'm with the devil yea we made a pact That nigga talked so I he had to get clapped I need some money now I'm doing tax Negus be sad better give em Prozac I turn it up nigga I get it lit Walking on Negus like I pop a zit Hop in the booth and I empty the clip
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