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tales from green lane - mokrilla lyrics

haaaaaa!!!!!!!
hate that brown n*gga now jumped on his
dedlock
hate that brown n*gga i was about to make this bout that life
but i couldn’t do that. so i got that life
go ahead and shoot a brown n*gga. and now he in deadline. go ahead. i picked up on my h*llcat, n*gga i don’t give a f*ck. i meant like h*ll
hi i go ahead and shoot n*ggas with a hater brown n*gga name ali
go ahead and send that n*gga down to the jubilee
f*ck around, smoke that n*gga with like eight smarties
i don’t give a f*ck i think that n*gga was like a commie
haaaaa. oh, f*ck. i’m supposed to keep talking

omar said something about a b*tch n*gga named ali. i bury that n*gga name ali
he talk sh*t about me, so i k!lling spree
went ahead and i went to his school on a k!lling spree
pull that b*tch n*gga name ali
go ahead. and i ran up to the crib with a blam
f*ck around i hit him with like sticks. like i’m sammy
don’t give a f*ck if that n*gga got, like, 30 kids
niece and nephews. told me leave that n*gga standing off to h*ll
rolling in the deep. b*tch, now you rollin in deep like adele. b*tch, you can’t go rolling in the deep. i bet you don’t even got adele. i got an ace. deuce or a rock. b*tch! i think you was, like, from iraq. i don’t give a f*ck cause you a sticky brown n*gga. go ahead, pull up, i got triggers. go ahead, go ahead. free your man. i bet you can’t. that n*gga locked up 16 bars. he’s in a jam. d*mn. f*cked around and got out and locked up. and now he in a jam. y’all had two transs*xual kids, and you both named them sam. a b*tch and a b*tch
“we will now begin to operate on the mind of maurice and krill. and the doctor sent him to the ward.”
” yes, sir. yes”
“it will be okay, my friend. lucky. and listen
it’s too much. igor, do not give him too much voltage
you will fly his brain. doctor, i cannot get rid of it because it is too uuughghghguuhguhhhhh
oh my goodness! it’s it’s it’s alive!”

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{bryan. beats. production

p*ssy brown. stay out my lane. p*ssy
you ain’t playin sh*t. you’re playin games, p*ssy
best character in the game?
p*ssy. still out here saying my name. p*ssy
check it like like like like. how you got support?
but you always building dps. that sh*t’s trash, n*gga
go ahead, take a rest. n*gga, give us breaks like your sh*t kind of stinks looking at your builds. we can’t carry that sh*t
that sh*t is stank, n*gga. like, stay out the paint, n*gga
why we got a lane with you in the back
you like a super creep b*tch. you don’t attack
what?
my mo n krill bro, the best number one. yo, ivy and holiday ish, i don’t know, i can’t come up with raps, but here’s two minutes of me just telling you sh*t about you. this sh*t is ass blake in my ear trying to say it’s no fun. let me tell you something. this sh*t is garbage, my n*gga like you got. you really gotta start being more humble. this sh*t is ass. you don’t push and wave, bro. you’re the most passive in the lane. like you you you you you a creep, man. like, i don’t know how else to say this. i had to say this without a beat. because i can’t find words to string together to emphasize how sh*t it is. but yet you have the audacity to attack n*ggas. like, congrats, n*gga, you found a game you boosted at. i’m not sure if you’re used to it or not, but you’re the problem as well

it’s you. it’s you. also keep your godd*mn name. keep my name out your mouth, okay? playing one of the best characters. you throw a barrel, take half my health. the only reason i haven’t died to that sh*t is because it’s you playing. if another b*tch was on holiday, it’s like i’d be scared for my f*cking life. i don’t know what to do, but you’ve been taking the b*tch so i don’t got a fear. but like, they don’t either. d*mn. and another thing. i haven’t seen you hit an all in in, like, eight months. eight months? get over here. face ass or lasso face ass with nothing. you come back empty handed. like a bum. like a bum, my n*gga. you come back with a dog that like. like a dog that went out to go catch a ball. and you came back with nothing

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