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Shred 2
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Huh, hey Hold on Huh, hopscotch on that one sh*t, make it jumprope Ayy, unc', what's a new site we can punch on? Unc' school, n***a, you ain't gotta tell 'em punch that last four Can show you what to do with this Amex and Disco Woo, the opps need some Pepto, huh Yeah, they constipated, they ain't lettin' sh*t blow Ooh, this dope, it ain't stepped on, huh Lil' bro, man, where the f**k my acetone? My lil' n***a can't rap, he gettin' rich off Oxycodones I'm tryna get Rose to rap, but he keep gettin' all these iPhones And lil' bro was just doin' hits, now I got him on the microphone I told him I'ma get him rich, he got three kids at home I don't motherf**kin' rap beef On and off the road with them oranges in a taxi Stretchin' all this motherf**kin' work like it's elastic b*t*h keep askin' how it shoot if it's plastic Twenty-one shots 'cause I'm a motherf**kin' savage Couple shots from it turn a n***a straight to Casper Floatin' in a spaceship, they think I work for NASA Be careful what you say 'cause you can die over a caption They like, "Lonnie, how you get that lil' b*t*h to be a dancer?" She just gave it to me, n***a, I ain't ask, huh Me and Mone playin' who can pick the b*t*h the fastest? I'm on the Joker site like, huh, business or classic? (b*t*h) Huh, boy, you know it's on if I take off these glasses Wasn't no viewin' for no body, man, they had to ash it Huh, your mama lost her baby boy, call that a miscarriage, huh She should've told you not to play with the Westside terrorists Put that pistol in his mouth just like the tooth fairy n***as don't play with us because they too scary If you play, you ate Fill him up with Drac', you ain't gangster, you just livin' off a name Seen my n***a Mas' make a killin' off the drank Huh, seen my Mexican make a killing off the crank Tryna give me a couple bricks, man, I told his ass I'm straight f**kin' with them crystal methheads, I f**k around and catch a case They like, "Lonnie, why you keep that big ass shank?" 'Cause I wanna see a n***a bleed, huh, see him faint Know I'm with the homicide, ffah-ffahs to the face Try to tell me to chill, but I can't They don't like my guys 'cause we came up off of chains Couple years passed, now we came up off of weight Huh, they don't like my guys 'cause these n***as can't be tamed I tell 'em don't shoot and they gon' do it anyway Lonnie see a gold watch, he gotta tell me to behave FN tucked in the belt, Pootie Tang When an opp die, man, we pour up two eights, huh You worried 'bout a b*t*h, I'm worried 'bout a toothache
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