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Ibrahim Kalil Toure
Ibrahim Kalil Toure
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Ayo GK
Ayo GK
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Lyrics

(Coughs) aww fuck, this goop hittin bih no cap This muh fuckin gas though Muh fuckin opp pack though Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, Bow bow bow bow bow Gang, 3100 in this hoe, AGNB Shit know I'm talking bout? Aye Pulled up in the section got my shooter with me If you want Lil Heem to rock out for the show, just come & hit me If you try to pull one you gon get hit with the semi Pull up in that Challenger, & that lil bitch it got a hemi So don't try to challenge me, fore you get shot in your spleen Got my gloves I clean the scene I swear you is not fuckin wit Heem Lil bitch I got like 31 Beams Bitch they call me "31 Heem" Get hit in your top and I'm making em lean I'm fuckin your bitch, & I'm making her cream I pull out the strap and I'm making em sing Takeover your block, yeah they call me the king, I got me some shooters they not on the wing, They got em some Glocks & you know it's gon sting I'm leaving the scene man, I leave with a wink Yeah I leave with a wink You the type of pussy that be smelling like that fish Pussy ass nigga All you niggas pussy, but you get no pussy, how that work? Keep on talking pussy, imma put yo pussy ass on a shirt, Yeah I walk down beats, & I walk down Niggas imma murk Lil Baby Faced Demon but I'll really put you on that hearse And, I said my Aunty doin voodoo, hit you with that curse Damn twin, how you slime me out?, man that really hurt It's okay, we double back, & you know that shit for certain Yo bitch, she love my meat & she eat that shit up for dessert You dissing on computers, man I swear to god you Nigga nerds I been outside hoopin, pull up to the mall & imma splurge Bitch fuck yall niggas tammat, bitch I'm really 3100 for real I do this shit for real, know what I mean?, I'm AGNB Bow,bow, come through spinning shit Pull up with them 30 clips, take his jit for ransom bitch They ain't tell you that a Nigga steppin huh?, Oh well, Nigga got killed Cause he couldn't stop dissing huh? Oh well Bitch you know that I'm 31, do it ring a bell? Baby faced demon, ion give no fucks, yeah I give em hell Nigga dissing on the gang, we gon hit em with a nail, & I'm steady screaming free j3 Cause them crackers ain't give him bail Tryna get my money big as fuck Get that shit up like a whale All you niggas sweet as fuck All you niggas go & tell, All you niggas flexing with them straps bitch this ain't show & tell You won't even use that bitch lil nigga Bitch you sweet as hell, pow, pow, Bitch you sweet as hell, package it came in the mail No bitch, we don't kiss & tell, Yo bitch on my drip, & then she turn into a fucking whale Bitch, I get that pack and run it back You know I fuck with the cartel Yeah, lil nigga we not have no fuckin drought  Slimed em out, pussy ass nigga Don't know what I'm about We got sticks up in the couch, Nigga run up in your house, pussy ass nigga Pow,pow,pow,pow Pow pow pow pow Yeah, you niggas some fuck niggas man You know you niggas not fuckin with me Or 31 Heem, bitch it luh 8Ball on this muh fucker you feel me?
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