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If you want a problem pussy boy then let me know
Glock 19, let it pop
Reload
If you want a problem pussy boy then let me know
Glock 19, let it pop
Reload
If you want a problem pussy boy then let me know
Glock 19, let it pop
Reload
If you want a problem pussy boy then let me know
Glock 19, let it -
DOOMSHOP BIATCH
I got my backpack strapped
Thats the Mac inside it
No not a laptop faggot
Action blowback your partner
That hundred round mad fat, look like a pair of honkers
And shawty's ass straight mass
Make it clap on my noggin
Like who you talkin to?
Boy im talkin to you
What you bout to do
Im bout to shoot
Oh you bound to lose
Kaine brought the doom, I brought the fire
On the news they wonder why
I got noose's round they neck
Like they was shoes up on a line, hanging down
From a backpack strap
Thats the Mac inside it
No not a laptop faggot
Action blowback your partner
That hundred round mad fat, look like a pair of honkers
And shawty's ass straight mass
Make it clap on my noggin
Okay like Tre, due, uno
Chilling in Firenze sto mangiando prosciutto
Boot your fucking culo all the way up to Pluto
Big dog just like Cujo
P-U-S-S-Y-B-O-Y
Va-va-vaffanculo
Get the fuck
Out of my face before shit get really fucking gory
You'll get cut!
I-I-I-I think my blade's beginning to get horny
Oh God
Now bow down kiss the pinky ring of the don
Grr bow
Kill em all
One by one by one by one
Cos bitch, yeah I'm flaco
But my pockets thick wallet look like a bible
To you that might be your girl
But to me she a fuckhole
Sorry I'm not sorry
It ain't my fault
You're a cuckold
Ha hahaha ha
Motherfucker!