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Lyrics:
on my feet, keep it running like its fucking world war three, take a seat, she gon suck my meat until she feel complete, skeet skeet skeet, on her pussy bitch, you know i feel the need, aint no peace, im a killer, bitch i practice what i preach, like i said keep it running, fore i spin my fucking gun, just for fun, we gon stomp you now your face be looking stunned, beat your buns, till you black and blue bitch you looking bruised, yeah you screwed ima leave you concussed and all confused, switching lanes quick spitting bullets like im a killa, Imma smoke my fucking drugs so I I don’t fucking kill ya, leave a murder scene right there because i needed to pill ya, ima run up in your house take your shit out your villa, yeah, oh shit i guess we getting paid whole town gonna hear the sound that my cracking made, that pussy boy always talking shit im boutta fish filet, guts keep on spilling out now that i call minute maid, okay switching the flow, knock mofo till he cold, like dominos im breaking her back until that shit fold, i speak to that pussy like microphone, she be black and blue, like bitch who are you? bitch cracking her back like a tolborone. i be speaking the fact im a poet yo, my bitch on my dick and i grip her thoat, this a game mane,  and its tough so we puffing the same thang, that bong that joint that green that smoke, that stuff that gon make sure your balls hang, i aint the type to speak bout it, but if you talk shit, you know that its "bang bang" a qoute from a bitch thats just saying things. these fuckers gon know what that karma bring.  if leave a stain, mofos they gon feel real pain, yo i aint playin, this shit aint no game  this a warzone and ima motherfuckin vet man, and you just a pup bitch, put em up quick, now dance right in public, we cracking your face now, for that cash pile, we shoot for the hundreds. blunt force bitch we gon leave your brain corrupted. when we done with you, you be thinkin about nothin, im just sitting here, thinking,
bout who ill be cuttin, if you see me walking round you know the choas coming, demons summoned weapons of destruction, i come down through your house and kill your bloodline, yeah your cuzzins. smoke that rylie pack, break that nose he buggin, give that boy his oats he a horse you know he running. 
 oh shit i guess we getting paid whole town gonna hear the sound that my cracking made, that pussy boy always talking shit im boutta fish filet, guts keep on spilling out now that i call minute maid, oh shit i guess we getting paid whole town gonna hear the sound that my cracking made, that pussy boy always talking shit im boutta fish filet, guts keep on spilling out now that i call minute maid.

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