chiraq remix - cultmusicgroup lyrics
sour d, mixed with my p urp i need 25 for a f-cking verse, 35 just to bless the show i need 3 million then am trained to go. am a fat n-gga but am swagged out i like pretty b-tches with there -ss out no pillow talking no whereabouts just d12 her b-tch am out, am a mob figure these don n-ggas i roll with get you wacked quick 100 rounds make a b-tch n-gga do a back flip arm arm leg leg ripped santa claus granting death wishes leave you high as f-ck like a meth kitchen, d-mn i hate f-cking snitches but i’ll pay a b-tch to tell me whereabouts, k!ll the b-tch you care about, send 50 shotz when you guard your seed. sandy hook on youz fish n-ggas i don’t even know the terms of peace, all i know is let the hammer blow, leave a rat n-gga in a manhole can’t go to war if your bandz low. 1 mill a beat four murders send a recking ball threw your front door, sticks of dynamite h-lla cheap i can buy that sh-t by the box load
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