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fuck that why is we talking if it ain't about the paper, famous just hit my line he said he just finessed his major, middle fingers to you bitches, yea it's fuck all of the haters, ain't shipping bitch we clutching on them cutters like a razor, free smooth that bitch was crazy he was clutching on his tazor, can't hide when i'm lurking bitch this.40 got a lazer, ain't tryna hit yo stomach bitch i'm aiming at yo taper, right now i'm on some boss shit, call plays like a raider, remember we was hurting tryna see what we gon eat, ain't have no fucking car we had to walk from street to street, had to take a nigga pistol it wasn't like he was gon squeeze, i did yo ass a favor took some shit that you ain't need, niggas tend to feel gangsta with a tool and smoking weed, cold world cold heart, so i keep that fucking heat, big brother hit that fucking lick, and it still feel like a dream, cause pussy niggas ratted on em, now he stuck doing 15, just talk to ruff the other day and he said stay on yo shit, stay away from pussy niggas, and don't trust a bitch, he say he tryna live good, ain't tryna hit no more licks, but by the time he make it home shit i'll probably be rich, peep this, every track i'm on you know i eat shit, i'm up next you got two eyes bitch i know you see this, the fuck you thought, you know i'm raw i ain't the one to beef with, ain't with that faggot shit but jaydayoungan strapped with 3 dicks, i got this nina on my side, who tryna feel this pistol, make me flash up in this bitch, who tryna take a picture, why you acting, knowing damn well that ain't how you living, they turn they back the main reason i don't fuck with niggas,