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ya Lil brayden make that ho twerk call it sexy red we creeping with four nic ready to blow of some head like a stripper bitch tha way she blow you a ho go find Waldo blues clues who's who's yous ik who I am money man finna come out the projects made being a boss my project project these hundreds and fifty and glocks out here in the streets making shit worse apps Ryden around ina hellcat till they ryden around ina hurse steepin behind jesus but doing the devils work and fashon a work alholic have a passion for blowing people in tha ground burry them under neath my house and use em to grow weed im more seiriel killer than ya Jeffery but i don't eat people but Draco fasho dismembered you wippen noses like opps have the flu I pull guns still fight but don't get king voned ya skaten on daily reels like my bot hawk drive a track shut up Crack feen u know I mean sippen shit that make u go dead put i got nines lives and aint none of them touched bc ima fucking g little nigga pull up and go girrlilla im killa trying to spin out here in tha sin hot asf but hell hotter but we don't care get louder than a flare let off enough shots to grave yard the hole world umm ummm let draco kick off like Bruce Lee he just a blood suckin flee kick it like jet Lee smocking on opp filled tree shoot the from the back get u wacked like mom we tha muder movement yup lil brayden add me up so we can calab get us famous peace