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Funky Kong
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Sada Baby
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(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Hmm Ayy, uh, freaky bitch, you is just that Unless I say otherwise, get the f*ck back, huh Call of Duty, real life on the Rust map Hit him from an angle, guaranteed he can't bust back, huh It's a fact you dyin' first if I up strap If he a number one seed, this an upset Them niggas can't f*ck with gang, I must say In high school, be done hit you with a lunch tray On the Eastside off drank, not D'USSÉ Lookin' for a lil' hoodrat Beyoncé, huh Catch an opp, leave him with the 'bout-to-drop face Last sight he see is my face with the chop Drac' Hmm, cook a nigga quick like an hotplate Skuba Manchester if you hop my gate I ain't your man, freaky bitch, get out my face, huh p*ssy ain't fat enough, you ain't my taste And your baby daddy a p*ssy nigga, I be done killed him All them bullets scatter, they ra-ta-ta-ta up out the pistol Catch a nigga lackin', if he survive, I'ma pistol-whip him 'Cause I'm an unsatisfied criminal individual Got a four-five on my side, flip him with a nickel, huh Sed shot that nigga 'cause I forgot to dribble Zay pass that bitch, huh, I'ma green light Mmm, mmm, MAC thing, ah, got that bitch from Skilla, uh Yeah, I got the moment, yeah, I got the guala, huh Get to beatin' my chest, my wolves get to hollerin', huh Know I really get the cream, leave them niggas sour, huh Pour some drank up in my glass, give them boys an hour, huh Put them hitters on your ass, uh, uh, huh Turn 'em to a ghost, know I got that power And I got a tommy gun, this bitch move mountains Shoot niggas in they shit, we don't shoot no clouds We don't shoot for clout, huh Freeze tag with that bitch, you froze, you out Playin' both sides of that bitch, I'll close you out You ain't gettin' off no shots, it's over, shut down whenever you bome to my town Know them niggas huntin' you, you know they bome for you, huh Know them niggas bomin' for you, boy, them guns for you, huh And niggas tryna bump into you, ain't gon' run from you, hmm Don't worry 'bout it, boy, that's what I'm tellin' you Huh, pull a hammer on that nigga, put a nail in you Extra dick same size as turtle, put a shell in you, huh I'll make a nigga wish they oh wellin' you, huh Keep fishin', get swung on, whale on you I'll leave you hung like you Sonic, got Tails on you Act like you blind to the facts, go Braille on you, huh No opp left behind, can't fail on you, huh Put some money on your head like it fell on you, uh Off syrup and off nay, ho, same time Gold gun, one shot, Skuba James Bond Seven bitches tatted me on they waistline Ten more went and got the same kind Type of choppers we got like to change minds, huh My chop drop opps, never change mine, huh Bitch'll throw a nigga up like a gang sign This bitch'll throw a nigga up like you drunk as hell This bitch'll leave him on the yard like he up for sale, huh Leave him sleepin' behind bars 'fore I buy him his cell, huh Leave him sleep off them bars, don't f*ck with them pills If it's up, then it's real You gon' up and get killed I know you see my niggas 'nem turnin' up in the field I know you see my niggas havin' all this get-back, hmm See us pressin', better not get pressed If you don't get stretched, then I ain't impressed, duh Freaky bitch, you is just that Unless I say otherwise, get the f*ck back, huh Call of Duty, real life on the Rust map Hit him from an angle, guaranteed he can't bust back, huh It's a fact you dyin' first if I up strap If he a number one seed, this an upset Them niggas can't f*ck with gang, I must say In high school, be done hit you with a lunch tray (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
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