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cops r racist (version 2) - nettspend lyrics

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[verse]
f*ckboy out bad, and he sad, oh
b*tch i’m getting to them racks, like my dad did
yeah, i’m on the way, i ain’t know that there was traffic
i don’t f*ck with cops, because the cops are racist
and i don’t like class, ’cause the clock’s racing
going fast in that ghost, then i’m racing
if you talking ’bout lil’ nett, then you brainless
yeah, you hatin’ on the kid, tryna make it
yeah, i’m from the same city, and you ha*
yeah, yeah, i’m from the same city, and you hating
and your b*tch got witch gang on her playlist
and we go up, clock racing
she want take the d*ck, this b*tch wanna face it
she wanna love the* she wanna love the nett, but i cannot love a b*tch
she want* she want f*ck the nett, maybe i can f*ck your b*tch
i’m in the trap, make it real right
we out bad in this ho, b*tch, we getting to them racks
long live my f*cking brudda, this sh*t coming from the heart
f*ck 12, they some hoes, that sh*t coming from the heart
thought she was my friend, she left me in the dark

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