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I ain't nothing like move I'm a top six Won't stop till I see boxes of toxin I ain't tryna be bro All I see is smoke on the strip No opps tryna rob him Call TG that's a problem T in the Trap for the profit Snow trap trap more often He's soft in the beef like [?] Coughing, he's gonna be there when I chop him Smoke in my lungs start coughing Let a man spar me SK got the mash [?] In the cab if you're army Tryna bring the old school back like Barbie I ain't tryna be on you Touch my bros then its beef or [?] Lying on these kicks when you see kung-fu You've never seen a shotty You're a two plus two Took another loss and now I'm yearning Bro got for [?] now its hurting If a n***a touch my bros then its curtin' These n***as still talking wass He ain't learning I'm in [?] These n***as are like "Really, akh?" Making a killing with a civilian that's a [?] b*t*hes feeling all the n***as But they really whack I'm on the [?] to my bro, f**king silly chat Found the b*t*h who is snitch appealing You can feel me B I don't do feelings I break bread with the n***as that I love f**k feds 3 my n***as f**k the judge My n***a [?] ain't picking up crowns I chase the money cuz the money been appealing I'm on the bunny, no meds we ain't speaking Bro move snow in the summer He been eatin
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