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Train of thought pt .2

I love fuckin girls wit no rubber n robbing niggaz These bitches aint on nothing Can't rock wit the flagging niggaz Im riding inna steamer Im focused Im watching niggaz Them bullets hit yo femur Them shells a be dropping niggaz I hop out Stand over buddy and letem have U stupid fuck Swear I done told u about the static His soul rise Frozen n still as his cold eyes His bros cry Begging n pleading like don't die Its funny 2 me Niggaz is sweeter than honey 2 me My homie quarterbacking Im thirsty So run it 2 me U bitches tryna stick me Im witty U dummy 2 me U selling dirty d but Im pottie U bummy 2 me The beef I tried 2 squash it But shorty said fuck me U blood related 2 me count yo blessings Boy u lucky Tryna war wit me It could get ugly Niggaz in the field coming at u like its rugby Deuce deuce make the biggest killer turn pussy School a hard knocks Man u niggaz playing hooky How u tryna flex like u talking 2 a rookie Stove on my waist Chip a nigga like sum cookies Caught a nigga slipping but my lawyer knock the case off Nana clip Raaat! Peel his mufuckin face off Snub nose Pap Take a mufucka face off Niggaz in the field They just tryna get the base off-- I never really gave a fuck What's the point? Lifes a gamble Never crapping Rolling 6 That's a point Bro can serve u What u need? Gram a piff That's a point I aint joking leave u smoking off the rip like a joint Awh man-- Tell me getem N I gotem Fuckin missionary N I think I hit the bottom Bugging ass bitch on my Dick so I swatem Travel round the globe No flex but I trottem Double teaming hoes We the tag team champions Lucki Eck$ playing in the back Cuz its ambient Going in her front Fam coming thru the back Fiend 4 the D Yeah she craving 4 the sack Weed laced wit coke Molly n a acid tab Homie u is trash We should throw u inna plastic bag Homie u is ass n dirty so u gotta rash Blowing money fast Take a stash then I do the dash-- Poison in my veins Baby I am so insane Better watch the fangs Shorty this is not a game Devil on my shoulder Angel scared 2 show his face I would let u in my head but u can't relate
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Jun 9, 2017
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When Im high I think weird

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#life#streets#crime#sex#death#gangs#drugs#junkie#addict#fun
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