R.I.P Justin
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•18 Mar 2021
My game is wreck-less you best believe it Chasing Clout from da top rates I see them Sippin on liquor like every weekend Bitches wanna toast me for Da Money gotta leave em Love Ain't For me Call me Sosa da demon I like to get naughty I might shoot and squeeze on, Niggas that hate on my grind gotta kill one Packin them Glocks my whole team hot, Opps better not lurk around da block If you fuckin with the O you bound to get shot, we got shawdy at the bottom got snipers on top Operate the left and right thats right We meet we plan like every night You can't hang nigga if you Ain't got a dyke I like curvy bitches complexion light Reject the Nike I like my pussy tight RIP Justin RIP Justin Section fulla gunman we never run man If I get hit my Homies finna stun dem As we rise in Da sundown we done dem, Like top shottas we here to make a dollar, take Ya bitch to Da jeweler after I Holla She say her boyfriend a pussy boy scholar, I bet if he get hit he Gon run to his mama, i told Da bitch ok you can come and meet my lama Smokin on a zaza they call me Deebo dadda, Suckin on my dick is a bitch Name jada Homie told me he's next for punana Rockin Dem reeboks we don't do no Prada, I told you I'm naughty so I end it with a Lata I miss my cuz he was like my Little brotha I look out for the youngins I was born to be a lover we had big plans But da man above had better I put it on my life I will never forget ya RIP Justin RIP Justin We did what you said we started our own crew From Da cpt we screamin out suuwuu, Like biggie smalls and tupac shakur Still Rep Dat O Block RIP Von And pop smoke All da legends is gone You gone too but in me you live on
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My game is wreck-less you best believe it Chasing Clout from da top rates I see them Sippin on liquor like every weekend Bitches wanna toast me for Da Money gotta leave em Love Ain't For me Call me Sosa da demon I like to get naughty I might shoot and squeeze on, Niggas that hate on my grind gotta kill one Packin them Glocks my whole team hot, Opps better not lurk around da block If you fuckin with the O you bound to get shot, we got shawdy at the bottom got snipers on top Operate the left and right thats right We meet we plan like every night You can't hang nigga if you Ain't got a dyke I like curvy bitches complexion light Reject the Nike I like my pussy tight RIP Justin RIP Justin Section fulla gunman we never run man If I get hit my Homies finna stun dem As we rise in Da sundown we done dem, Like top shottas we here to make a dollar, take Ya bitch to Da jeweler after I Holla She say her boyfriend a pussy boy scholar, I bet if he get hit he Gon run to his mama, i told Da bitch ok you can come and meet my lama Smokin on a zaza they call me Deebo dadda, Suckin on my dick is a bitch Name jada Homie told me he's next for punana Rockin Dem reeboks we don't do no Prada, I told you I'm naughty so I end it with a Lata I miss my cuz he was like my Little brotha I look out for the youngins I was born to be a lover we had big plans But da man above had better I put it on my life I will never forget ya RIP Justin RIP Justin We did what you said we started our own crew From Da cpt we screamin out suuwuu, Like biggie smalls and tupac shakur Still Rep Dat O Block RIP Von And pop smoke All da legends is gone You gone too but in me you live on
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