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we some killaz - the world lyrics

hit the block and make some paper, gotta get it anyway
got some youngster on the block, them lil’ n*ggas finna spray
turn a hater into a pack and then we roll ’em in a vega
i’m a texas made n*gga, smoke you outside a bodega
latin folk throw that bunny up, get your money up
got my pistol by my belly, you can call that tummy tuck
flake ass n*ggas running lip, i empty clip, they out of luck
take your b*tch no hesitation, give that ho a d*ck to suck
i’m on the block, ain’t no love in these streets when you be thuggin’
living fast, get this cash, my n*gga, by any means
affiliated so the glock in my jeans, we servin’ fiends
did somе things to some haters that haunt me in my drеams
seen my dad smoking that brillo, i was little in the gutter
got that choppa for a hater, make ’em spread like some b*tter
ain’t have nothing good to eat, spent my days up in the street
og’s taught me how to hustle on the block, we packing heat
i’ve been busy, had to catch a flight to take a n*gga b*tch
texas n*gga to the bone and you know that i’d never switch
homicide investigations, selling packs, no limitations
put a p*ssy n*gga in the dirt couple different occasions, n*gga

- the world lyrics

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