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ain't aiming for legs imma aim fo yo head #firetrack feel like I'm dead falling so innocent I'll burn down the bridges and it's you I'm pistol whipping straight sipping drank the fuck you thank drinking pink with the fucking bub bitch just wants some love shawty ain't get none I only fuck around with my gun shoot an opp for fun boy I am the one the chosen son boy I keep a gun shoot you for fun and when I'm done when in done smoke an eighth I'll pull up for real you ain't catching a fade today I do percs every day I'm bouta fade away drink an 8 of wok I can't walk today feelin Hella faded wavy every day I got glocks for days and a bitch on my waist she catchin feeling but bitch it's the cash that I chase do the dash boy I'll race if I see the cops boy they gone chase put a balaclava on my head pop a shot at the Jake's fellin my heart start to race been popping xans all day I'm bouta shoot up an opp smoke ya mans all day fuck the dead opps I'm finna cop a forty and a fuckin ounce you bitch wanna pounce on my dick but that nitch out of luck I don't wanna fuck she a fuckin slut she gone do me dirty toting glockas yayo blueberry Fargo range rove boy the whole gangs home I'm ight have to flame a bro who's mans is this he gotta go
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ain't aiming for legs imma aim fo yo head #firetrack feel like I'm dead falling so innocent I'll burn down the bridges and it's you I'm pistol whipping straight sipping drank the fuck you thank drinking pink with the fucking bub bitch just wants some love shawty ain't get none I only fuck around with my gun shoot an opp for fun boy I am the one the chosen son boy I keep a gun shoot you for fun and when I'm done when in done smoke an eighth I'll pull up for real you ain't catching a fade today I do percs every day I'm bouta fade away drink an 8 of wok I can't walk today feelin Hella faded wavy every day I got glocks for days and a bitch on my waist she catchin feeling but bitch it's the cash that I chase do the dash boy I'll race if I see the cops boy they gone chase put a balaclava on my head pop a shot at the Jake's fellin my heart start to race been popping xans all day I'm bouta shoot up an opp smoke ya mans all day fuck the dead opps I'm finna cop a forty and a fuckin ounce you bitch wanna pounce on my dick but that nitch out of luck I don't wanna fuck she a fuckin slut she gone do me dirty toting glockas yayo blueberry Fargo range rove boy the whole gangs home I'm ight have to flame a bro who's mans is this he gotta go
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