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(add all dat!)

(hahahaaa)

(awww sh*t) (d*mn!)

dat boy went n wrote a f*ckin statement
ain’t no loyalty!
what the f*ck you mean? dem cracker m*th*f*cka’s showing me
yea i hate dat stupid b*tch
yeah you know dat stupid b*tch
think you ever had another (f*ckin!) chance
b*tch you f*ckin wish!
don’t know where my mama at
i can’t let my daddy go (d*mn!)
“daddy where is mommy at?”
“n*gga i don’t f*ckin know!”
d*mn i thank god for dis shoof
on the strip like “what it do?”(do?)
i been screamin’ “where deez n*ggas at!!???”
like dis is scooby doo!
red rover
come over
scene was red all overrr!
yo name on dis doja b*tch
baby mama lost her sh*t!
they will light yo candles
i will light up yo menorah b*tch!
see b*tch what i told ya?
watch out for the sniper!
i don’t give a f*ck!
what’s a goon to a soldier?
psychopathic n*gga and a menace
ain’t no lovin’ me
all my soldiers shootin 33???
a ghetto symphony
sniper on the roof, he on yo boots
you john f kennedy (ooh sh*t)
quis done ran inside dat n*gga house
gave dat n*gga beats! (huah!)
n*ggas say he slid on him like santa, bro i’m f*ckin’ weak!
gettin’ st*rdy wit my demons baby dis is halloween! (d*mn!)
when i seen dat n*gga change my daughter
dat sh*t f*cked me up
touch six walls i’ll really deck the halls (faw faw faw!)
come and test yo luck
you refused to hold him down in august dat boy p*ssy sore
stupid b*tch, you should’ve kept his stork (d*mn!)
l on your report! (d*mn!)
she put money on my daughter‘s head, wanna whack the b*tch
catch a tiger wit dis 5.56, his ass ain’t holler sh*t!
walk a n*gga down, shiii, lean wit it rock wit it
stop wit it
tree soldierz!!!
gon n hit ya walk n*gga
brodi let dat m*th*f*cka sw*ng like he was spider*man
on my own but stuntin’ like my daddy
(like he jackie chan!)
i don’t need no m*th*f*ckin body, i’m forever straight!
33 done hit dat n*gga face??? dats a doa!!!!
ooh ladi*dadi*
shawty got a body
watch me hit the switch!
yup in my white tee!!!
love the b*tch to death, she said “talk to me nicely”
i said precisely, my name telly v. i’m smooth as ice cream
cash rules everything around me, (tree!)
everything i say is by design
if im lyin’ bae im flyin’
you the matrix of my mind (ooh)
i’m a gangsta fanatic
talkin like you major, get the static! (ooh, d*mn!)
trappin’ came a habit, give a f*ck bout if you had it
(b*tch!)
5.56 gon hit em, ah*ah*ahh, i shoot like bobby b*tch! (awwww shiiit!!!)
don’t be out here huntin’ in the woods we do explicit sh*t! (d*mn!)
(daaammnn!!!) *delayed cadence*

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