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[Chorus: DJ Zirk & ?]
Zirk is a nigga and talking about them motherfuckin
Dirty hoes, dirty hoes, fuck dirty hoes, dirty ho-
Zirk is a nigga and talking about them motherfuckin
Dirty hoes, dirty hoes, fuck dirty hoes, dirty ho-
[Hook: Lil Corb, DJ Big Mac, DJ Pinky & ?]
Catch a rope around your throat and then I leave no fuckin' trace
187 killa bitch, 187 killa bitch
Fiending like a junkie but I'm havin' hard time
187 killa bitch, 187 killa bitch
7 feet deep into the apex of your heritage
187 killa bitch, 187 killa bitch
Fiending like a junkie but I'm havin' hard time
187 killa bitch, 187 killa bitch
[Interlude]
Fuck you, mane!
[Hook: DJ Pinky]
Fu- funkytown in my brain, clickin' on you lemons-
Fu- funkytown in my brain, clickin' on you lemons-
Fu- funkytown in my brain, clickin' on you lemons-
Fu- funkytown in my brain, clickin' on you lemons-
[Chorus: DJ Zirk & ?]
Zirk is a nigga and talking about them motherfuckin
Dirty hoes, dirty hoes, fuck dirty hoes, dirty ho-
Zirk is a nigga and talking about them motherfuckin
Dirty hoes, dirty hoes, fuck dirty hoes, dirty ho-
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[Intro]
You bustas, a-annamosity in yo fuckin' head
D-d-deep in the bushes, I'm scopin' with that red dot
You bustas, a-annamosity in yo fuckin' head
D-d-deep in the bushes, I'm scopin' with that red dot
[Chorus]
You bustas, a-annamosity in yo fuckin' head
You bustas, a-annamosity in yo fuckin' head
You bustas, a-annamosity in yo fuckin' head
You bustas, a-annamosity in yo fuckin' head
You bustas, a-annamosity in yo fuckin' head
You bustas, a-annamosity in yo fuckin' head
[Slowed outro]
You bustas, annamosity in yo-
You bustas, annamosity in yo-
You bustas, annamosity in yo-
You bustas, annamosity in yo-
You bustas, annamosity in yo-
You bustas, annamosity in yo-
You bustas, annamosity in yo-
You bustas, annamosity in yo-
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[Verse: Skinny Pimp]
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my forty four
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my forty four
You might think I'm crazy but you cannot faze me
Pimp type brotha from the underground G
Skinny Pimp is kickin' that gangsta hit
Makin' the crowd react to this
Style I flow, I got to show these suckas that they can't flow to it
Project born material, ghetto rappin' vandalist
Yo it's a do-or-die, watch me make yo momma cry
Ratatata Tec-9, thats what I be carryin'
Ratatata Tec-9, thats what I be carryin'
Comin' like a maniac, a homicidal lunatic
Hurts Village, Al Kapone, I'm from the gutter trick
Again it's the thinnest, the skinniest pimp ain't backin' up
See sticks and stonеs can't break my bones, I'm skinny but dangerous
[Instrumental break]
[Chorus: Skinny Pimp]
Suckas cannot mеss with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my forty four
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my forty four
[Verse 2: Skinny Pimp]
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my forty four
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my forty four
You might think I'm crazy but you cannot faze me
Pimp type brotha from the underground G
Skinny Pimp is kickin' that gangsta hit
Makin' the crowd react to this
Style I flow, I got to show these suckas that they can't flow to it
Project born material, ghetto rappin' vandalist
Yo it's a do-or-die, watch me make yo momma cry
Ratatata Tec-9, thats what I be carryin'
Ratatata Tec-9, thats what I be carryin'
Comin' like a maniac, a homicidal lunatic
Hurts Village, Al Kapone, I'm from the gutter trick
Again it's the thinnest, the skinniest pimp ain't backin' up
See sticks and stones can't break my bones, I'm skinny but dangerous
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[Intro]
Splyxer, motherfucker
[Chorus: Skinny Pimp]
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
[Chorus: Skinny Pimp]
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
[Chorus: Skinny Pimp]
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
[Slowed outro]
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
Suckas cannot mess with me, I'd love to see a funeral
Look up in my Fruit of the Loom, inside is my .44
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[Chorus: Lil Yo]
North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga
North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, Ridgecrest killaz
North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga
North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, Ridgecrest killaz
[Verse: Lil Yo]
Group of them niggas that making them thicker
My name [?] killa
They thinkin' bout [?]
Pullin' [?] to the test [?]
Sucka ass niggas be talkin' that shit
Knowing that they can not fuck with the crest
Straight up out the fuckin' north
[?] them niggas ride clean
[Chorus: Lil Yo]
North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga
North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, Ridgecrest killaz
North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga
North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, Ridgecrest killaz
When the [?] fall, duck, you know that they been chiefin blunts
Buckshot is so fucking clean, diamond pearl, brown [?]
When the [?] fall, duck, you know that they been chiefin blunts
Buckshot is so fucking clean, diamond pearl, brown [?]
[Hook: ?]
Always in a- always in a- always in a-
Always in a buck young nigga, a thug young nigga, buck-
Always in a- always in a- always in a-
Always in a buck young nigga, a thug young nigga, buck-
[Chorus: Lil Yo]
North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga
North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, Ridgecrest killaz
North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga
North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, Ridgecrest killaz
[Outro]
North Memphis nigga, North Memphis nigga
North Memphis, North Memphis nigga, Ridgecrest killaz
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[Intro]
Dodging, dodging, dodging, dodging-
[Hook: Princess Loko]
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak
[Instrumental break]
[Hook: Princess Loko]
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
Look behind my back, I saw the motherfucking neighbors peak
[Outro]
Dodging bullets, ducking and diving, running and gunning, sneaking and creeping
[Slowed]
Dodging bullets, ducking and-
Running and gunning, sneaking and-
Look behind my back, I saw the fucking neighbors
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[Intro]
Forgotten
Childhoooo,ooooo, ooooo,ooood([?])
Eeeee, eeeee, Forgotten
Childhood,dhood,dhood,oooood
Dhooood
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[Chorus]
Running like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Running like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Running like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Running like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Running like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Lo Kеy a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Running likе a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Running like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Running like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Lo Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
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[Intro]
[?]
Memphis Cult
[?]
[Chorus]
[?]
Memphis Cult [?]
[?]
Memphis Cult [?]
[?]
Memphis Cult [?]
[?]
Memphis Cult [?]
[?]
Memphis Cult [?]
[?]
Memphis Cult [?]
[?]
Memphis Cult [?]
[Outro]
[?] It's day for [?], Memphis Cult and [?]
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Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night callin' 'cause you got the best
Slip on Victoria Secret
Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get somethin' to throw up in my nose
Now I'm feelin fine
Freakin' you right is on my mind Let me get up on
Let me in
Your Pony like your name was Ginuwine
Got you caught up in the mix
Trick, because my love's the shh...
Late night tip is all we had
Nothing else. so boy that's it
Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night callin' 'cause you got the best
This porno bump. girl come lounge
Herе by my side, tonight you're
My Devil bridе, and there's a
Freak deep inside have no shame No need to hide, why do you
Keep on blushing it, get it off
Like a slut, she-she must be
Kind of tipsy on this Chrystal like a gypsy
Now I got
Her on all fours, bout to break
On through the well, now she nowin' like a gog
Sweat poured
We hit the floor. It dont.quit
Another one rigged
It's just another victim of Lord Infamous
Late night.tip
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why?) Takin' trips and buyin gifts. I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (what?) If you want romance.you should just stick who you already with
(Okay)
If you in that mood you can wat hit me on that late night this(ohhh)
[Chorus]
Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night callin' 'cause you got the best
Slip on Victoria Secret
Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get somethin' to throw up in my nose
Now I'm feelin fine
Freakin' you right is on my mind Let me get up on
Let me in
Your Pony like your name was Ginuwine
Got you caught up in the mix
Trick, because my love's the shh...
Late night tip is all we had
I need a coach bag
I can't be even coin It I need my hair done
Me too. I ain't got nothin to do wit it
I been through wit it, you'n it
Since the first time ya asked
And might I add
Playas like me can't be savin' you ras
Lain't with that non-sense
Or that lovey dovey.mess
I ain't with that non-sense Or that lovey dovey mess
Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night calin' 'cause you got the pest
Silo on Victoria Secret Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get somethin' to throw up in my nose Freakin' you right is on my mind
Now I'm feelin fine
Let me get up on your Pony like your name was Ginuwine
Get you caught up in the mix
Trick because my love's the ahh....
Late night tio is all we had
Nothing class boy that motst
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships (why?) Taxin' trips and buvinguts. I'm sorry I'm not on that tip (what?) If you want romance you should just stick who you already with
(Okay)
It you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night to cont
Feelin' kinda freaky
Late night callin' 'cause you got the best Silo on Victoria Secret
Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get somethin' to throw up in my nose
Now I'm feelin fine
Freakin' you right is on my mind
Let me get up on your Pony like your name was Ginuwine
Got you caught up in the mix
Macs because my love's the st...
Late night tie is all we had
Nothing else to boy, that's it
Feelin kinda freaky
Late night callin' 'cause you got the best
I'm not the yes to get involved in long relationships(why?) Takin trips and Duvinguts I'm sorry. I'm not on that tip (what?) If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with (okay) It you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip.cont
I can't understand why the broads beton Can't stand the heat? get outta the kitchen Ballin' in my lex droppedt low to the ground Just a young playa tryina put my bio in
Freaks want a trick that be constantly savin
Not a ghetto thug that be constantly, avin Rainbow Inn or the Summer Motel
Oh well, that's where the Juice mayn stayin'
Gotta have a lady that wanna do what I co Like skippin work, or love cuttin high school Several other playas in the Three & Maria
Camcorder noes skinny dipoin in the swimmin.cool
Never try to argue, bother you or fight
Keep a pack of Immy-hats strapped on rea tight Firth of Alize, or a tall can of Bud Light Just for ye freaks on the moon-light, late night
Like skippin work or love cuttin high school
Several other playas in the Three 6 Mafia
Camcorder hoes skinny dippin in the swimmin.pool
Never try to argue, bother you or fight Keep a pack of Jimmy-hats strapped on real tight
Fifth of Alize, or a tall can of Bud Light
Just for va freaks on the moon-light, late night
Feelin kinda freaky
Late night callin' 'cause you got the best
Slip on Victoria Secret Hit the liquor store before it close
Call Chris so I can get somethin' to throw up in my nose
Feelin kinda freaky
Late night callin' cause you got the best
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[Intro]
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
Memphis Cult
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
[Verse]
Early in the morning, grab my Gli'zock out the fuckin' ship
Runnin' down the stif, so I'm bout to take some bustaz to they death
Bustaz actin' shady, they can't fade me cuz I'm on that shit
That busta shot that Tec at me, one day Ima kill that bitch
Jumpin' in the truck, one mo' time as we start to smoke
Fuckin' with my nigga Twin, keep me full of that holy dope
Ridin' in the truck, drinking Yak, should've blazed up a sack
(?) ringin' like a phone cuz we got the bumpy' back
[Chorus]
Boom, motherfucker, boom
Boom, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker, boom, boom
Boom, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker, boom, boom
Boom, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker, boom, boom
[Verse]
Jumpin' in the truck, one mo' time as we start to smoke
Fuckin' with my nigga Twin, keep me full of that holy dope
[Chorus]
Boom, motherfucker, boom
Boom, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker, boom, boom
Boom, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker, boom, boom
Boom, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker, boom, boom
[Verse]
Early in the morning, grab my Gli'zock out the fuckin' ship
Runnin' down the stif, so I'm bout to take some bustaz to they death
Bustaz actin' shady, they can't fade me cuz I'm on that shit
That busta shot that Tec at me, one day Ima kill that bitch
[Interlude]
Rollin' with my nigga, smokin' dope and plus we super tight
[Chorus]
Boom, motherfucker, boom, motherfucker, boom, boom
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[Intro]
AR,Rep,Rep,Rep,Rep, ARePS,Get,t,t,t,t,now i go
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you
You lil biatch
[Chorus]
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
When he pull it, better hope you faster than a speeding bullet
[Chorus]
Stanky ass projects, real niggas dwell at
Niggas killin' junkies cause they runnin' off with our crack
Stanky ass projects, real niggas dwell at
Niggas killin' junkies cause they runnin' off with our crack
Stanky ass projects, real niggas dwell at
Niggas killin' junkies cause they runnin' off with our crack
Stanky ass projects, real niggas dwell at
Niggas killin' junkies cause they runnin' off with our crack
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[Intro]
Sheepdah
Like this
[Verse]
EVIL SHIT ALL UP IN MY MIND
GOT THE DEVIL TALKING TO ME
IN MY MOTHA FUCKING DREAMS
NOW I SPEAKING IN THE TRUNKS
FEEL THE PAIN OF THE BEAST
BRING YOU TO MY TORTURE CHAMBER
NO YOU CANNOT EVER LEAVE
HYDRA GETTIN GETTIN BUCK IM
SEEING SIXES BITCH DEMONS ALL
AROUND ME GRAB YOUR WATER AND
YOUR CRUCIFIX HOE DONT VIOLATE
THE DEVILISH TRIO COMING THICK
EYEBALL BLOODSHOT RED SMOKING
JUNTS ON YO COFFIN DRIT ASH IT ON
YO HEAD CREEPING WHILE YOU SLEEP
REST YOUR SOUL IM FILLED WITH TRIGUE
FEED IT TO THESE FUCKING DEMONS
MAKE ME THINK YOU DONT BELIVE
JUST A FIEND IN THE NIGHT GOT TO
KEEP MY PIMPING TIGHT LIGHTING
CANDLES UP IN THE WOODS ITS A SACRIFICE
BUCKING BITCHES BUCKING BITCHES
WITH THE QUICKNESS BODIES PILE IN
DECAY DEEP DOWN INSIDE THE FUCKING
TRENCH IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM BITCH
YOU BETTER HAVE SOME FUCKING SENSE
JUST KEEP YO MOUTH SHUT THE REST OF
DOOM IS YOUR CONSEQUENCE IM ROLLING
WITH THE DEVIL BLACK JUMPSUIT WITH A
SHOVEL MEET YO MOTHA FUCKIN MAKER
YES ITS BAKER HEAR TO REVEL IN YOUR PAIN
YES MY GAME IS YOUR FUCKING DOWN FALL
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SLOWLY DIE THE
PRAISE OF DEATH IM BOUT TO BRING UPON
HOLLOW IS MY ART IM FROM THE SOUTH BITCH
NO LOVE FOR A HOE IM STEPPING NEXT AND
MURDERING WITTINESS I BRING THE FUCKING
PAIN YES I BRING THE FUCKING PAIN BLACK
SUN IN THE SKY AS THE BLOOD IT SLOWLY RAINS
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[Verse]
I'm taking my chances
By making chiefs on the cut
You know to see motherfucker
Peep bitch you know what’s up
I guess that life ain't really nothing but a gamble
So don't get yourself in something that yo ass can’t handle
Cause I'm make a living with my millimeter Glock
And you need to watch your back when you coming to my block
So I'm gonna leave at that
While my pockets getting fat
Kick back like a Mac
And drink a yack
And smoke a sack
[Verse]
Now I'm blowing my nigga hella fat fucking shotgun
Off this smack blunt
Now your ass is gonna get some
Try this motherfucking pimp
And I'm not slipping for this trick
Bitch better get to her knees
And suck this fucking dick
Drinking the motherfucking yack
And you know I'm laid back
Smoking up and after
But my nigga account just laid back
Back to the liquor store
For another fucking yack
Blazing bud all night
And I'm smoking on a fucking fat
[Verse]
Smoked outta my niggas room
It's the full contact
Come to find thеm a nigga that smoke
Now check him for another sack
I pop’еm for the 10
Half pop’em for the 20
Rolling finest shit quickly
Until the chronic kill me
It's 2 o’clock I'm sipping the yack
Now my ass is laid back
Chiefing on the fatest mack
Having a major ink attack
Got 50 dollars in my pocket
That just shit to cap a hoe
Smoke it here
Spend it there
Now you know the shit is gone
The nigga left the liquor store
With a half of cognac
Now I finna hit my nigga down for another sack
[Verse]
Smoking on the john
With my nigga drinking O.E
Standing on the track
Kicking back with the family
Constantly blowing blunts
Cause us players all about the game
Kicking it
Pimping it
Sweating these bitches
Nigga it's the Criminal Manne
22 deep
When we creep
But we still chill
When it's time to scoop my bitch
We chief a pound
And down it
To the building
Ink attack
Drink a yack
Kick back like a Mac
Take the time let’s get fucked up my nigga
And smoke a sack
[Verse]
I'm taking my chances
By making chiefs on the cut
You know to see motherfucker
Peep bitch you know what's up
I guess that life ain't really nothing but a gamble
So don't get yourself in something that yo ass can't handle
Cause I'm make a living with my millimeter Glock
And you need to watch your back when you coming to my block
So I'm gonna leave at that
While my pockets getting fat
Kick back like a Mac
And drink a yack
And smoke a sack
[Verse]
Now I'm blowing my nigga hella fat fucking shotgun
Off this smack blunt
Now your ass is gonna get some
Try this motherfucking pimp
And I'm not slipping for this trick
Bitch better get to her knees
And suck this fucking dick
Drinking the motherfucking yack
And you know I'm laid back
Smoking up and after
But my nigga account just laid back
Back to the liquor store
For another fucking yack
Blazing bud all night
And I'm smoking on a fucking fat
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[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?]
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] ,swangin at the partment
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?]
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?]
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?], swangin at the partment
(Like this)
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?]
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?], swangin at the partment
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?]
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?], swangin at the partment
Wait! [?]
(RALYKS,[?])
Like this
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?]
[?]
Surprise, mothefucker
[?]
[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?] Out of money,[?]
Fucked [?],you fucked the beast,you fucked [?]
Fucked [?],you fucked the beast
You fucked the beast,you fucked the beast,[?]
(The Beast)
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[Intro]
Hahahahaha!
You're so [?]
[Verse]
[?]
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[Intro]
ARe,re,re,re,ARePS, Meeting,now i go
[Verse]
[?]
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[Intro]
SPLYXER, mothefucker
[Verse]
[?]
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[Intro]
Murrfy
[?]
[Verse]
[?]
Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,out
Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,out
Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,out
Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,Beat 'em out,Beat
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Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood
Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood
Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood
Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood
[Verse]
[?]
[?](Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood,Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood)
Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood
Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood
Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood
Eeeeeee, Forgotten Childhoooooood
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[Intro]
Ah yeah testin' one two, one two hahaha
This a lil something for you, you lil BIATCH
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[Intro]
Ah yeah, Testing one two one two hahahaha
There's a lil something to you, you lil BIATCH
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[Intro]
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Who did you murder?
I murdered my wife
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You claim to the [?] And The death?A lot of things Are allowed [?],you did know that you need to "restart The game" now in The plan,rigth? but it's Time to...
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[Intro]
Murrfy
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Fella's fuckin' [?],we Don't have to let you on,and [?] Your fuckin' ass, we [?] Don't have to let you in
Fella's fuckin' [?],we Don't have to let you on,and [?] Your fuckin' ass, we [?] Don't have to let you in
Fella's fuckin' [?],we Don't have to let you on,and [?] Your fuckin' ass, we [?] Don't have to let you in
Fella's fuckin' [?],we Don't have to let you on,and [?] Your fuckin' ass, we [?] Don't have to let you in
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[Verse: Project Pat]
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone
You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin’ wit the enemy
The streets are dangerous I could be dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ wit my dawg smokin’ plenty
[Interlude]
Damn, Son! Where'd You Find This?
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God, it's the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin' on my job dealin' wit haters wit a jab step
Dealin' wit this mob, police watchin', studio phone
You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin’ wit the enemy
The streets are dangerous I could be dead any day
That’s why I’m ridin’ wit my dawg smokin’ plenty
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Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin' gun
Need about two or three niggas but not really
'Cause I kinda feel safe, walking straight, with my nine milli
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin' gun
Need about two or three niggas but not really
'Cause I kinda feel safe, walking straight, with my nine milli
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin' gun
Need about two or three niggas but not really
'Cause I kinda feel safe, walking straight, with my nine milli
Street type
Gotta get some monеy if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamеr and a motherfuckin' gun
Need about two or three niggas but not really
'Cause I kinda feel safe, walking straight, with my nine milli
Street type
Gotta get some money if I ain't got none
All it takes is a steamer and a motherfuckin' gun
Need about two or three niggas but not really
'Cause I kinda feel safe, walking straight, with my nine milli
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released July 5, 2022
