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beat his ass off a cup of gin - ak tarantino lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, catch a k!ll from long*range, d*mn
snuck inside the [?] like a ball game
said he tired of the [?], my top fiend just went and bought [?]
two sticks, black b*tton, top aim like a cod game

[verse 1]
[?] gettin’ nasty (nasty)
s*xyy red lip gloss, [?] with ’em like [?]
he gon’ get hit [?], hope your [?] off the [?]
super weapon with a muzzle, i bust it, and now your hip gone
i could trap for years
i got pounds for days, i can get ’em off, i don’t [?]
i break all laws all kinds of ways, i break all laws
all kinda plays ’round the city, i got all kinda names
all kinda fades, all kinda pockets, and they waste
heard your homie pocket watchin’, where his face at? (where his face?)
i don’t want ’em in the car unless it’s grey pack (grey pack)
i just got a wallet, made a eight back
you went in the mall and blew a ten, and got a eight back
i walk in the station, grab the drank, and got a eight*pack
ayy, i just rolled a blunt so big, it look just like it ate snacks
man, she got a b*tt so big, the flow look like it make crack
i just got a quagen, coppin’ sh*t, it cost me eight racks
[?] look how we bossin’ ’em up, they hate that
ak for the new louis margiela face mask
ak just found a needle up in the haystack
i promise, it ain’t no tellin’ what we gon’ do with him
he thought he could never get caught lackin’, so this new to him
i just copped the [?], i got the newest gin
run up, he gon’ die, i got the [?]
[chorus]
ayy, catch a k!ll from long*range, d*mn
snuck inside the [?] like a ball game
said he tired of the [?], my top fiend just went and bought [?]
two sticks, black b*tton, top aim like a cod game

[verse 2]
you just got your [?] fashion, b*tch, you not gon’ blow the [?]
bro gon’ pull up in that cybertruck, i push that robo coupe
lil’ bro in that photo booth, i don’t know how he know to shoot
you use all your paycheck for the promos like a [?] (b*tch, i know you do)
there’s a junkie in the shop smokin’ [?] dust
you ain’t ever [?] when the problem come
back up at the backdoor, and i let my partner rush
ayy, lil’ bro, he carry a lot of guns
f*ck it, back up at the backdoor when i’m runnin’ in
break a fa*fa*fa, hit his back, i’m slumpin’ him
treat his ass like halloween, i’m ’bout to beat his pumpkin in
i just beat his ass, beat his ass (beat his ass, beat his ass)
i just, i just, i just (i just beat his ass)
i just beat his ass off a cup of gin

- ak tarantino lyrics

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