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Wayne Perry
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Fuego, fuego I get told to dumb down my raps all the time What do you know about macs on the ride? I beat the corn off the macs no lie Shotting crack on crack consign I go to war with the Mac on the ride Clip extended, hoping you die I see a man that's an eye for an eye Shoot him down boom, bye-bye Let it go bring him close to the sky I ain't afraid of death no lie Would of thought I would never die Aggys sick with the stick, he's the guy EPP extended the guy Soon have to free most of the guys Real n***as gеt back to the life Fake n***as bе paying the price Pretend they don't road to the kwengers online The jail house gets fed up of lies Freedom freedom is a must In the Lord you know, I trust I want the game back I'm feeling disgust Ain't had sex in long and buss What do you know about days on the buss? Going court every day like I'm touring Listening to what the witness saw Description never hit that door I don't tolerate or like them snitches I love the thumb the finger it itches Touch your skin got the ting taking pictures I'm reallly 'bout the life I really live it NM no manners wid it Blow brains AMA blow that spinach Pull up on the whip, skrrt, skree Ridin' wit a b*t*h that hurt me Bad juju, she curse me Saucy b*t*h so flirty RIP to da shooter Cried in the booth sh*t hurt me Four dark days in the hood, ilie we killed that n***a sh*t merky You don't wanna talk 'bout the dark times where I had to shoot mine sh*t was thirsty Pullin out sticks hit the sh*t wit that boom, boom, leave you wit thirty, uh Mob with guys, real hood ties Star with the David's, cook up the pie Rollin with da mandem, had to throw a tantrum Hit her with the dance moves, she said, "How could you?" Woo-woo-woop, feds on my ass Runnin' from my past, pants fall off my ass Used to f**k a bad b*t*h, lil' black singer with a whole lotta demons and some bodies from her past I'm Goldlink, f**k what you thought Now what you think Used to be canceled now I just shake Rappin' like Wayne, sorry for wait Four five shots dumpin' bodies in the lake Hol up, ooh (Yeah) Keep that two I don't follow rules Break the rules I don't give a f**k 'bout you Break my f**kin' [?] Backpack is my bro get with it Stock sticks get hold up innit And what do you know about days on the lane? F-I move mad like Wayne Old school Acre Lane Campaign Shoot outs but we ain't broad day Buck Pane in Tooting Broadway Bring a Hella Grub with me on the way Soon land bring me back to the game Monopoly's got me insane Tryna make them deals off the cane Overseas got me living like I'm nice But only for a week then I’m back On The streets where we sling that crack Addiction brings the Thanes to the trap TT of raw is mad Pebble down and bank that pack I beat the case they brang me back Eleven year that's mad, that's mad Looked at the judge smiled like I'm mad My n***a jibs we rolling back to back Don't think blacks will pet to back the wap 'Cause it's that and free my n***a stacks D-I, my co-defendants back
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