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I be twistin' bytches alot, have 'em sit on this cock
I wasn't prepared for this I wrote my shyt on the spot
I be droppin' like early August late July
With tracks that will make you cry, hate you die
Stop frontin' you got no dough
Mighta had but not no mo', you mad 'cause I knocked yo' hoe
While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po po
My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo
On wit my nikka Gruff, these fakkit nikkaz ain't as rich as us
I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed with dust
Go ahead and let your crew soup you up
And the ambulance gon' have to come and scoop you up
fukk what my last sold, my new shyt is goin' past gold
And if you don't agree you's a a$$hole
Mark my word, you gon' make pump the berg
And spark this herb, 'till homicide chalk the curb, you heard
I never hesitate to buck my gun
Harlem World, y'all know where the fukk I'm from
big l >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. g rap
I wasn't prepared for this I wrote my shyt on the spot
I be droppin' like early August late July
With tracks that will make you cry, hate you die
Stop frontin' you got no dough
Mighta had but not no mo', you mad 'cause I knocked yo' hoe
While cops watch me, I got cats that watch po po
My block loco, don't need a crew I rock solo
On wit my nikka Gruff, these fakkit nikkaz ain't as rich as us
I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed with dust
Go ahead and let your crew soup you up
And the ambulance gon' have to come and scoop you up
fukk what my last sold, my new shyt is goin' past gold
And if you don't agree you's a a$$hole
Mark my word, you gon' make pump the berg
And spark this herb, 'till homicide chalk the curb, you heard
I never hesitate to buck my gun
Harlem World, y'all know where the fukk I'm from
big l >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>. g rap



