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No love in this shit, that's just how it Go. Niggas fake, they ain't taking that mask off. Badass little bitch, turn around, get thrown. Gotta grab just to make sure that ass soft. Two more dead shots from the Drac make a Young nigga thinkin' I really hate my thoughts. I know my bro in the back tryna play With the strap, tryna knock nigga top off. Trail life, the word of day. Even when you make plays, you gotta make sure You take one. Can't nobody true with his play, Don't know who his face gonna do when the Day come. Got thirty different words for a nigga That hurt when flick something 'bout to catch him. Even when I ain't had no money, I was Outside moving every day tryna make some. Big Glock, one down on him, make him sit Tight. Turn her around, I gotta hit this bitch Right. Me and all my niggas locked in tip-top. Think I'm finna leave my main bitch? Little bitch, bye. We be fucking and she ain't shit 'cause she Traumatized. You don't tell the truth. Who you fooling? Bitch, your mama lied. I got a homi born hatin', give a fuck If your mama's cute. We done all been through Some shit. You can see it in my eyes. I'm like real fuck niggas just die. Me and my nigga was locked on that block, Then I get excited when we pull my Glock. We putting them shots right on top of the Top. It really get quiet when shit start to Pop. It's just only us, fuck is an opp? Was back in the day, we got it off... I give her the tape, give me what you Got. That boy really lacking, nigga getting caught. Before that bail sell her. Spending every day looking at them crops. This shit get hot, turn up a knot. My niggas real, nigga, ain't not. And this bitch love to come give me top. This bitch coming up. Why you acting shy? I turn into a different nigga on 'em. No love in this shit, that's just how go. Niggas fake, they ain't taking that mask off. Badass little bitch, turn around, get thrown. Gotta grab just to make sure that ass soft. Two more dead shots from the Drac make a Young nigga thinkin' I really hate my thoughts. I know my bro in the back tryna play With the strap, tryna knock a nigga top off. Trail life, the word of the day. Even when make plays, you gotta make sure you Take one. Can't nobody true with his play, don't Know who his face gonna do when the day Come. Got thirty different words for a nigga that Hurt when a flick have something 'bout to catch Him. Even when I ain't had no money, I Was outside moving every day tryna make some
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