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Anthony Terrell Reid
Anthony Terrell Reid
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Thought it was a game until he seen us outside Sticks spraying like a water hose boy this that real Fire Lay that pussy n down who want smoke nigga round for round K with a hundred rounds lay that pussy nigga down spin the block making noise fuck the Feds I got new toys bitch rich really a menace he love killing niggas tigger finger itching Just to put a nigga in a box No we not sorry bout the boy demise k's out here clapping like a choir we love making Noise outside we hate making Momas cry pussy nigga snitched so his bitch ass had to Die got a M for his moma hope that money ease the pain if you ain't about this life stay The fuck up out the streets mane Switches cut him like a chain saw ain't no coming back from that Dawg leave his brains In the streets when it come to me no compete diamonds on me really the coldest bitch I'm really having water I'm a menace to society I can't keep shit quite I love squeezing on Triggers and dropping pussy niggas body fuck the judges and the fbi that boy should Have kept his mouth quite he done woke up the bandit so I came to take mines Adlib Take Mines Audemar keeping strike time blicks hot lighting My diamonds be the brightest no faking Dawg this shit really real playing in these streets A get you kill my k straight it love eating pussy never popping pills pockets coughing COVID blues bitch I really love these dead blues and tools leave him stretched outside K's singing like a choir don't give a fuck about a pussy don't get caught up outside spin The block on a pussy nigga air the whole set up outside menace shit drilling shit bitch I'm Really killing shit stepping on her guts applying pressure blowing a bad model bitch back Out bussing all in her shit wetting up the whole set no cap Dawg Adlib Rich Talk To'em No we not sorry bout the boy demise k's out here clapping like a choir we love making Noise outside we hate making Momas cry pussy nigga snitched so his bitch ass had to De got a M for his moma hope that money ease the pain if you ain't about this life stay The fuck up out the streets mane Buaaaahhhh Buaaaahhhhh
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