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k*k*kyber

[verse 1: .223jerm]
man f*ck that b*tch yeah she a thot
you see the clips yo ass get popped
i’m in the hood i blast that opps
this ain’t no pork yo ass get chopped
i’m with my dogs i call em pops
i’m bout my hands i ain’t bout talk
that b*tch be old she gave me top
you think you hard yo ass be soft
b*tch i just blast see the tool on my waist
if a n*gga keep on talkin have his body in a grave
bout 24 watches with my chain gone sw*ng
i be f*ckin on yo thot bumpin “drake * wu tang”
if a n*gga try to rob me he get hit by gang
we just goin bananas that orangutan
all my n*ggas we just swervin we just stuck in the lane
all yall n*ggas targets they be lookin like stain
[bridge: .223jerm]
f*cked up
i hear the po po
i needa hide my gat
i needa hide my pole
oh sh*t

[verse 2: j*ice]
[?] bout myself
[?]
got my swimmin in thе water michael phelps
sippin on that purplе i ain’t talkin bout welch
need nfl money needa worry bout yoself
long drive cdl’s hard drive like adele
hit me on my cell takin bout he got a belt
n*gga too sick imma needa make a wish
i ain’t talkin throwin quarters in a well
fourth quarter goin hard like a [?]
bulldog n*gga nah bet i never tell
pull up to my hood n*gga feel like i’m at home
my n*gga doin 30 before he get up out the cell
n*gga this is j*ice puttin 2 up in his dome
[?] stay low
[?] gettin higher than a drone
me and my n*ggas bringin fire to the tone
when i pull up 300 boy i ain’t talkin spartan
[?] no jumper vince cartier
b*tch call me daddy she ain’t really got a father
i’m a baller [?]
all bout the dollar pourin 4 up in the fanta
got me slower than the special ed n*gga i’m a goner
pull up big truck n*ggas thinkin it’s the talkin
gettin rid of this kid n*gga feel like w*lly wonka
[verse 3: 83hades]
and i got the pole
posted on yo block i don’t gotta let it go
i got shooters on deck
if you really tryna stunt
imma pull up in the front
and kick down the door
all up in yo home
move a lot of smoke
and you see me with this cash
b*tch i’m winter with the snow
white b*tches love to blow
and they askin for more
[?] with the glizzy
pull up to my city have the choppa spin silly
and you know it’s f*ck [?] cause i’m rippin up her kitty
[?] bout 50
and they said they want me dead
imma put this muhf*ckin metal in they head
got my d*ck in her mouth
sha*shawty wildn out now
if you cross this nine tech then you gettin shot down
bullets through his cranium
sippin on uranium
sp*ce like a alien
rip him like tasmanian
[outro: .223jerm]
man f*ck that b*tch* she a thot
*yo ass get popped
*blast that opps
*yo ass get chopped

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