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I'm not fucking wit these lames, make your bitch meet the gang I'm not fucking wit these lames, make your bitch meet the gang I'm not fucking wit these lames, make your bitch meet the gang 6k on my jeans, she not fuckin wit a fiend Met that bitch last night, now she talkin bout my green Sipping by the pint, yeah that strait promethazine He be talkin on the gang, he find a laser beam I'm not fucking with these lames, make your bitch meet the gang Eating on my dick, yeah she want me for my fame I stay geeked as hell, I'm a living profit All of curse fucked up, in a mosh pit I got 3 emo bitches on my dick, yeah they sucking me Whip out my revolver, gonna revolve all the shit I did Sipping on a faygo, and its clean never reminisce Leave him on the ground, and on his grave, yeah I fuckin pissed Cooking in the crib, with my gang yeah we never missed Posted on the gram he need a hug, go and check his wrist Drown him in the sink he gonna wish he ain't never exist Sending all these threats now he gone, he hit a fucking rift 6k on my jeans, she not fuckin wit a fiend Met that bitch last night, now she talkin bout my green Sipping by the pint, yeah that strait promethazine He be talkin on the gang, he find a laser beam I'm not fucking with these lames, make your bitch meet the gang Eating on my dick yeah she want me for my fame Eating on my dick yeah she want me for my fame Eating on my dick yeah she want me for my fame Eating on my dick yeah she want me for my fame
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