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Fakefree KP
Fakefree KP
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Fakefree KP
Fakefree KP
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Drumma Boy
Drumma Boy
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Huhh huhh huhh Yo Poppin my shit And I'm poppin off I drop dick off in ya bitch And then I drop her off I told Mally don't Still shot them up And shot them all Pockets knotted up You tryin what? Not at all Not at all Naw nigga not at all If I don't @ them When I'm at them Then its not for y'all Not at all Naw nigga not at all But you want smoke Come and get it cause we got it all Sticks and stones break bones Words don't hurt me Whoever said that Ain't get told on in the first place Young'n got a stick And he stoned off a perky Young'n in the mix Won't be long before they murk eem I'm from a city that Get busy when them semis clap If you ain't bust'n Niggas duckin or they sprintin laps Let off some shots If they ain't rock him then they spinnin back No fucks given how they liven When they given wreck Told her suck it slow when she given neck She diggin me, I dig in her Never give her checks You dissin me, watch your mouth Cause your chin will check Or I could put a bag where you brag And just spend a check Poppin my shit And I'm poppin off I drop dick off in ya bitch And then I drop her off I told Mally don't Still shot them up And shot them all Pockets knotted up You tryin what? Not at all Not at all Naw nigga not at all If I don't @ them When I'm at them Then its not for y'all Not at all Naw nigga not at all But you want smoke Come and get it cause we got it all Pull up bet that hoe look I'm from southwest so I don't look Gettin lil more money So them bitches given more looks The new me try legit shit The old me was a whole crook Before chiraq had a o block I could tell you how a o cook Im talkin pot rocks The water gotta sizzle with it Then move the rock Like my handle gotta dribble with it Was little with it, had only did it a little minute But til this day If you need it I could middle man it No middles with it Pick a side or we gone fuck you all up I pass the strap Tell him fetch And he gone fuck ya dog up That murder business I'm at Lennox Tryna fuck the mall up He sent a text sayin done Cause I won't pick the call up Poppin my shit And I'm poppin off I drop dick off in ya bitch And then I drop her off I told Mally don't Still shot them up And shot them all Pockets knotted up You tryin what? Not at all Not at all Naw nigga not at all If I don't @ them When I'm at them Then its not for y'all Not at all Naw nigga not at all But you want smoke Come and get it cause we got it all We got it all We got it all Southwest side to be exact nigga This that movemaka shit in real life Understand that
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