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Keep
that
stick
around
me,
I
be
on
mob
ties
Yeah,
on
this
rap
shit
I
better
be
'bout
top
five
Yeah,
that
little
bitch
a
slut,
she
ate
at
five
guys
Yeah,
she
sucked
up
the
crew,
just
like
nine
guys
He
tried
to
run
up
on
the
crew,
that
nigga
got
fried
Turned
that
big
boy
into
a
big
back
of
potato
fries
These
niggas
always
gonna
hate,
why
they
envy
me?
Sippin'
Henny,
hittin'
them
licks
under
the
Christmas
tree
I
ain't
Santa,
but
that
slut
bitch
made
the
naughty
list
She
tried
to
[?]
Bitch,
I'm
off
a
Perc
30,
ain't
no
stoppin'
me
You
know
I
keep
that
Glock
on
me
On
your
bitch
I
pop,
lock,
and
I
drop
[?]
Had
the
biggest
double
cup,
but
I'd
rather
be
in
[?]
Shoot
a
nigga,
now
he
in
the
system
Nigga
lucky
that
these
bullets
miss
him
Yeah,
my
nigga
funny,
no
Peter
Griffin
Spear
on
the
block,
I
reload
the
[?]
He
keep
on
talkin',
he
wouldn't
listen
Never
smokin'
a
bowl,
like
a
grape
swisher
I'm
not
a
racist,
but
I
hate
niggas
But
my
Glock
is
racist
and
it
kill
niggas
[?],
now
you
know
[?]
Yeah,
I
walk
to
the
bank
and
deposit
your
boys
rent
Yeah,
I
walk
to
the
bank
and
deposit
your
boys
rent
(Oh
yeah)
Keep
that
stick
around
me,
I
be
on
mob
ties
Yeah,
on
this
rap
shit
I
better
be
'bout
top
five
Yeah,
that
little
bitch
a
slut,
she
ate
at
five
guys
Yeah,
she
sucked
up
the
crew,
just
like
nine
guys
He
tried
to
run
up
on
the
crew,
that
nigga
got
fried
Turned
that
big
boy
into
a
big
back
of
potato
fries
Woah,
woah
Woah,
woah
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