Correction Paroles Dead Twin (King Von Diss) par YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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That pu**y-ass boy talk that sh*t
(Free Lul Tim)
(PlayBoy on this b*t*h)

Tell them b*t*h ass n***as pick they mans up
When Timmy Split his sh*t open make sure he don't stand back up
He a Dread Head I Know just how to leave Dead
Northside 38 Where We Banging red
Forever its Murder in my eyes
Get Killed on Camera See his Dead Body up on the Internet
Catch ’em bad and end up Stepping on somethin' (4KT)

You Play With 4KT You End up Just like Von
And Tell other n***as That's his Twin He gon End up dead With him
Told Tim Hop with That Cutta I’m trying put him inna Dirt We Ain't Trying Too Fight Him
Im Trying Get thе whole Clique tell thеm b*t*hes Run
I want Them All Gone
Satan Seed, Demon Baby, Devil Reaper I'm Trying Cause a massacre
Cemetery Mentality Pour up the Fanta
Real Dead Guy out in Atlanta
Jump out Take a Soul
b*t*h We slang that Pole
Man down, Leave him Bleeding
Caught him Leave Him leaking
pu**y n***a Dead All that Dissing
Smoking Opps out The Hookah Ripped him up in the Lounge
Don't End up like the Last n***a
Demon Symbols
pu**y-ass n***as ain't do Nothing, They some lackers
Other Dead rapper (Dead Body)

I say all these b*t*hes ain’t did nothin
I been steppin’ on sh*t, like hit after hit, Warzone You Can get Smoke at the Club
In this assassin sh*t For Real, burn that n***a
I ain't got no love for sh*t, 600K Top My Meter
Take your Soul Can’t get that Back, n***as know I Murder sh*t
Inside that Coffin who movin' Guns so I've been sellin' That Dope out The North
That n***a dead, Click up All y’all Want b*t*h it's War for real
All that he said on internet Make sure his mouth stay Sealed
Trying to kill somethin' in Chicago too
Head hunter, b*t*h, tryna Murder the whole Crew
That other had a show, tell me where it's at
I left a blood Stan up in on he's mans
He was on my Death Note We did his and finna do you
f**k it the Whole Clique On it to

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