hate4feel

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Drop Yo Dot

you better get back Bru
fuck round you get whacked bru
smoking bitch im smacked bru
Don't care about no stats bru
Don't care about you u wack bru
U Tweetin Wya Tho?
I'm tweakin where my Gat bru

Riding dirty Inna' free car It's a scat though
U already know we geek Hardd always smacked bro
Everybody kno u tweet hard, Wya tho?
Where the fucking Keycard Cause I need them racks out

bitch I brought my Glock in the Rave
in the cut N yo bitch give me face
Imma' need the code to that safe
Swear to God yo bitch just Hmu she wanna b saved
but Ik this stupid Hoe just want me for my Pape
you tryna ride the wave lil nigga you too late
couldn't hop on the wave you can't do nothing but hate

geek hard (7300)

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Ball Hog Summer

bbysit

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Victory

delusions prod me *mv in desc*

Keep me out your drama
Nigga, fuck your Genre
I'll put these bullets in yo belly fuck your trauma
I want marijuana, catch me @ the pharma
Ha, I feel like Jigsaw, bitch, I'm sending karma
I put all my pain in this shit
I'm so godly; I could make it rain in this bitch
Make it rain on your hoe

Please get off my dick U so lame yr so phony
You don't got no swag lil nigga you just cloning

Yeah, her panties droppin' 'cause a real nigga walked in
Yeah, my swag, it's so sick; I'm so ill, bitch, I'm popping
Niggas see me shining; they wan ride like a pony
You got change out the couch; if I want it, then I cop it

Yeah, you tell me that you love me, baby. How do I know it's real?
They done lied on my name; tell me you know how it feels
Boy, I'll tell you where I'm from; all they know is how to kill
On the net, you’re going back and forth; can't even pay yo bills.

Yea, my niggas tryna kill shit, heh. Ya, flip shit.
I ain't wanna do it to 'em; I just wanted to feel some
You think that you real or some?
Grandma thinks I'm grilling some
Hell naw, this that FL—
Grandma thinks I'm grilling some

Keep me out your drama
Nigga, fuck your Genre
I'll put these bullets in yo belly fuck your trauma
I want marijuana, catch me at the pharma
Ha, I feel like Jigsaw, bitch, I'm sending karma
I put all my pain in this shit
I'm so godly; I could make it rain in this bitch
Make it rain on your hoe

Please get off my dick U so lame yr so phony
You don't got no swag lil nigga you just cloning

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