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2021 PHARMACY FREESTYLE
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83HADES
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(suck my d**k and die) (CRMSYN producer tag) (Stvnk producer tag) (Eightythree) I'm scorin’ in Brooklyn like Kevin Durant I'm with your b*t*h off the alprazolam I got a 40 in my waistband I got your life sittin' right in my hands Brodie gon’ run up and die for a band I'm on the block b*t*h you know where I stand She tryna take pics I think she a fan She flashin her pu**y right up on the cam All black on my hoodie what you see when I blam Shoot with suppressors, can you even hear it? Made friends with my demons, I'm talkin to spirits They said they don't know me but copy my lyrics I saw them at Ross they were shopping at Clearance I get to the money with no interferencе I'm not here cause I likе you, i just like your appearance When I'm off of a 30, I'm gettin' incoherent I pulled up in a cab she suck me while I’m steering I ain’t scared of no bullet, no death, I don't fear it I ain’t scared of no b*t*h, I'ma pull up and (?) it All these copycats they just keep on appearin' She gettin' sad cuz I switch now she tearin’ I'm grabbin' the choppa yeah I like to spray it I'm grabbin' your b*t*h by the neck while she taking And I'm a real thug all these rappers is faking When I catch me a pig Ima turn 'em to bacon I took too many percs now my body is aching I'm deep in the pu**y she like how I slay it Pull out my hand already know Ima bang it Make a f**kboy suicide now he hangin (BEAT SWITCH) 1 night, 2 straps Yeah I took his chain and he can't get it back Yeah I took his b*t*h, I be hittin' that Ain't no mac n' cheese, we be spittin' MACs Stab me in back, saw his head, then I pushed it back Said he need some crack, get my (?) and keep on coming back Yeah I got the ball but little b*t*h I ain't no runner back If you need a bar, hit up Dee, he ain't gon' cut it back And they had to take me off the streets because I like to stab How do I be f**king b*t*hes raw, but I ain't no dad Why the f**k you even got a chop if you don't fill the mag Blue tips on my bullets little b*t*h we totin' different straps Told her give me head, no little b*t*h don't give me tit for tat Filled it up with ice and sold it to him, we make different bags Cut his body up and throw 'em out and now he in the trash Wanna pull her tracks but she just said she ain't into that Reachin' for your gun, we gon' shoot sh*t first Now he actin like he really with it, put 'em in a hearse I be f**king with these gothic b*t*hes you might catch a curse If you talking sh*t then you can die over a few words This no sesame on me but yes I do be movin' big ol' birds Ever since you said my f**king name, yeah I wish the worst Might aswell just kill yourself right now because It's getting worse Walking to the trap I take his money then he kicked the curb I'm a grizzly bear I'm really thuggin' you a little worm I be sellin' ciggies 5 a pop and yes they dipped in sherm Come in to my f**king block and see if you can spin and learn Pole up in my hand, little b*t*h you know I grip it first H-H-Hit 'em in the head I light 'em up and watch his body burn You been sucking way too much d**k now It's your shawty's turn I'ma knock the life right out his body so it can't return They gon' try and copy but I did it first
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