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lxxvii - fuckraze lyrics

[verse]
dont wanna f*ck with dat b*tch ye wassup
i got the foe b*tch im sippin on wock
smokin big gas with gang inda cut
inna rover skr skr at ya mof*ckin block aye
a*a*aye
shawty she call on my phone aye
copy my sh*t u a clone aye
gtfo of my zone aye
run up the function im sellin the pounds
all of ur ppl are mof*ckin clowns
i got the mag and i empty the rounds
dont give a sh*t bout u mof*ckin sounds
ye b*tch im lonely im all on my own
smokin big gas and im rollin a cone
i got the vision a mof*ckin drone
and f*ck all these labels i do it alone
okay (kay)
dont give a f*ck what u mof*ckers say
i got a strap b*tch im ready to spray
body got dropped and the mof*cker lay
u want a feat b*tch get rdy to pay
all of this ppl are fake
body get dropped inna mof*ckin lake
i got the crack b*tch im rdy to bake
im in da club b*tch im poppin a pill
grindin so hard to the mof*ckin mill
77 the mof*ckin drill
u think u got talent b*tch u got no sk!ll
i got a glock on my mof*ckin hip
sendin 3 shots on a opp and i dip
servin the crack b*tch i hop outta whip
and if u talk b*tch i empty the clip

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