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LD
bitch i'm cranky. you're mad? well i'm angry.
tank team... comin through with a hanky
cause youre cryin. super saiyan tyin' off in this bitch
brian baliga's tryna get shit
baaaaaaaased...i'm on the ground layin' bitch
fuck christmas, i ain't givin' shit i'm takin' shit.
rakin' in shipments, my swag come in triplets.
three's company, call me john ritter bitch.
nick at nite, pick a fight wit my hyphy crew, your life's over.
kill your kids, kill yourself, then i'll invite your wife over.
we swipe doja, light it up and get bowled over.
smoke weed covert and get baked like broken toasters, bitch.
JD
I spit bars, gleaks on the track.
deep with the swag, I'm tired.
so I make a beat and attack it. Shit.
My swag makes you nauseous.
Nnamdi, Embrace yourself for some raw shit.
Dump a bitch in the creek, She's Dawson'd.
Set the trap, Rick Rossin, heard you got a sweet tooth.
Better catch the bitch flossin'.
Need good hygiene for my team, i'll leave you crying,
even in different timings.
you're fighting for a spot at the top, well stop.
Start making up the mountain.
SSP at the peak.
Flames spittin' out my mouth, burns a hole in my cheek.
Hold on to seats. because this is a whole different scene.
and we run it.
SO GET THE FUCK OFF OUR SUMMIT.
before I cast an avalanche, Humpin girls like camel's backs.
Can you handle that?
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