Fuck Dwayne Xharlo
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•06 Apr 2021
afro crip cuh gotta diss this nibba again finna pull out my pen gotta write real lyrics nibba stop the gimmicks you messing with the wrong mofucka take yo bandanna fuck yo click fuck yo shit got the strap on my hip finana spin this shit ultraviolet light shines, blind sight forensics cant escape me even with the top athletics you probs pike needles in your arm, like diabetics afro crip cuh doesn't back down from a track mess with me and I'll have to whoop your ass mofucka your lyrics make me laugh get yo blood ass outta here hey heres an autograph I left it on your photograph I'll come at you puma And then gut you like a buccaneer you couldn't even run shit And your rhymes are anything from fire, spit I give you a microphone but you wouldn't know what to do with it when you got home you stupid nibba, you got an extra chromosome you ain't never been with a bitch cuz they all left you in the friend zone You're chilling on the block smoking weed with the homies you better watch your back because I'll smoke you with my Uzi your life is lame while I slamming ham in a jacuzzi your rhymes are bad like thayne juicy I'll hit you so hard your world will turn white and black. i love lucy hitting licks my homies a ton of lunatics step to the wrong mother fucka you better step back before I empty a clip in you trigger happy then I hide your body ina alley late at night you may find me knocking on your door not keen to leave until I knew deep in blood and gore I'm going to hit a kill score fuvk you shlob ass mother fuckas crip gang for life If you were real G how come I fucked yo wife get off the block homie before I hit you harder than a tsunami pull out the Mac 11 then threaten, you moved a muscle, 14 shots to the muzzle
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afro crip cuh gotta diss this nibba again finna pull out my pen gotta write real lyrics nibba stop the gimmicks you messing with the wrong mofucka take yo bandanna fuck yo click fuck yo shit got the strap on my hip finana spin this shit ultraviolet light shines, blind sight forensics cant escape me even with the top athletics you probs pike needles in your arm, like diabetics afro crip cuh doesn't back down from a track mess with me and I'll have to whoop your ass mofucka your lyrics make me laugh get yo blood ass outta here hey heres an autograph I left it on your photograph I'll come at you puma And then gut you like a buccaneer you couldn't even run shit And your rhymes are anything from fire, spit I give you a microphone but you wouldn't know what to do with it when you got home you stupid nibba, you got an extra chromosome you ain't never been with a bitch cuz they all left you in the friend zone You're chilling on the block smoking weed with the homies you better watch your back because I'll smoke you with my Uzi your life is lame while I slamming ham in a jacuzzi your rhymes are bad like thayne juicy I'll hit you so hard your world will turn white and black. i love lucy hitting licks my homies a ton of lunatics step to the wrong mother fucka you better step back before I empty a clip in you trigger happy then I hide your body ina alley late at night you may find me knocking on your door not keen to leave until I knew deep in blood and gore I'm going to hit a kill score fuvk you shlob ass mother fuckas crip gang for life If you were real G how come I fucked yo wife get off the block homie before I hit you harder than a tsunami pull out the Mac 11 then threaten, you moved a muscle, 14 shots to the muzzle
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