toxic hits
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they call me toxic they not shit i drop shit then i pop shit make that glock spit thirty rounds make him split i aint the one to mess with i will hit you with a blick no this aint no dis got guns 223s hallow tips with me sippin lean he wanna die make them bullets fly blood pouring in the street his momma sigh his brother cried i dont wanna die look in my eye see a cold hearted peice of shit they say why he so mean guess i am mister grinch cause i lived a fucked up life and now thats the past tence crying at night now look at me i am a feen for money my life has made me rich yeah i hope one day i can make a hit
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