Crak

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05 May 2022

They say who that on that trap beat? That nigga Blue n he nasty? Get money stay paid what the task be. Nigga these Hataz lames yeah they at me. I’m vicious these niggaz is bitches though. You fictitious quit shittin bitch listen moe. Watch me I rock cuz one monkey can stop the show. End up gettin sick I got toxic flow. Out the Mid Rep the Twinz til I ain’t no moe. Threaten me n on me shit u gotz to go. I been doin this shit since a infant yo. Got it cinched they convinced I’m that nigga bro. Got that itch gettin rich got to keep a pole. As it is missin shit that cha took b4 Hated me for no reason to see me low. It’s my season believe that I’m finna grow. Pushin limits to get it wicked wit it picture vivid fitted bitch n I admit I’m cold. When ya livin how I’m livin on a mission Izm gets up in ya soul. I ain’t trippin on the drip I’m missin moe. I was livin for the dough n I was gettin flow my nigga the digits show Stack some cheese n hit the tree Who knows how long I’m livin foe. Indeed in need of peace space to breathe these hataz seem to need me I’m duckin sucka mufuckas so I’m finna roll. Slide on a nigga think that I ain’t finna go. Will I achieve what I believe that I’m i livin foe. Comin up from grittin prison my addictions trick I’m flippin livin low. Wishin for another hit not knowin where I’m finna go. To livin better bouncin back Now call me fist Cuz bitch I’m quick to grip the dough. Now tell me that the shit ain’t so.

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2 years ago

They say who that on that trap beat? That nigga Blue n he nasty? Get money stay paid what the task be. Nigga these Hataz lames yeah they at me. I’m vicious these niggaz is bitches though. You fictitious quit shittin bitch listen moe. Watch me I rock cuz one monkey can stop the show. End up gettin sick I got toxic flow. Out the Mid Rep the Twinz til I ain’t no moe. Threaten me n on me shit u gotz to go. I been doin this shit since a infant yo. Got it cinched they convinced I’m that nigga bro. Got that itch gettin rich got to keep a pole. As it is missin shit that cha took b4 Hated me for no reason to see me low. It’s my season believe that I’m finna grow. Pushin limits to get it wicked wit it picture vivid fitted bitch n I admit I’m cold. When ya livin how I’m livin on a mission Izm gets up in ya soul. I ain’t trippin on the drip I’m missin moe. I was livin for the dough n I was gettin flow my nigga the digits show Stack some cheese n hit the tree Who knows how long I’m livin foe. Indeed in need of peace space to breathe these hataz seem to need me I’m duckin sucka mufuckas so I’m finna roll. Slide on a nigga think that I ain’t finna go. Will I achieve what I believe that I’m i livin foe. Comin up from grittin prison my addictions trick I’m flippin livin low. Wishin for another hit not knowin where I’m finna go. To livin better bouncin back Now call me fist Cuz bitch I’m quick to grip the dough. Now tell me that the shit ain’t so.

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