Correction Paroles Intro (Xan Servin 2) par Xanman

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Stick and a Glock, I'ma creep
Good pack from my man down the street
Indian plug, he look like Baljeet
Walk in his house, put the Drac to his cheek
I serve every day, you serve every week
Got a beam on me, I might aim at your knees
Feds ask, then I speak Vietnamese
He not serving, he a baby boy like Tyrese

Yeah, feel like Mike Vick, I'm a dog fighter
Come to his stu and shoot him and his songwriter
N***as hot, they at a bonfire
Hit your man with a Glock, now his jaw wired
That is not lean, that's apple cider
Cuz say he sent the location, got an app to find him
My n***as eating, ain't talking no appetizers
Glock with a knife, I ain't talking bout Michael Myers
Yeah, he not a plug, he a buyer
Big dog on me, sing like a choir
All white, now I'm Lizzie McGuire
Shot on him, pull off in a Viper
Walk down, I'ma creep like a spider
That n***a not trapping, that n***a a liar
I got bread, I ain't talking papaya
Skrrt off with a tinted ghost rider
Young n***a Margiela stepping, I ordered mine
Migo plug 'cross the borderline
Ransom note, I'ma tell him his daughter fine
We need the money, or it's slaughter time
I got a wock in the Vic, we ain't order wine
Gallon of goop, n***a got the water line
His man asked, we just shot him forty times
Trap n***a, we not selling quarter dimes

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