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Black Gaza

I just shared my knife with a opper, how could I be so polite?
Just wet Morgan for the thirteenth time
Turned him purple like dirty Sprite
I tried make the .32 my wife but it cheated on me with my n***a, R9
Dinger or bikes, blood on my shine, juice spilling like Tropical Vibes
We want them man to get red cards but they're getting away with dives
I'm known for ripping defenders, run down the line and taking strikes
Cat's cat when they take this buj', if they can't have that, they're developing illness
Red all over my silver, tryna put a paigon boy in silvers
Ching man rapid, I ain't tryna ching man slowly
I'm tryna leave a opp boy holy or I'm in a bando chilling with Rosey
My n***a Zeeko don't smoke no more but when he's in the ride, he's smokey
They had my n***a in the 'marsh last year, he was doing bodybuilding, no Jodie

I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage
No hesitance when I swing my blade
My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased
Just caught a conspiracy case
Now I got thoughts 'bout doing the race
If I ain't got the fifteen inch, tryna blow off your head like JFK
I laugh when my violence gets embraced, juice spill on the floor like E&J
I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage
You was tryna wife that J when me and my Rambo got engaged
No hesitance when I swing my blade
My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased
Donny's still burning, he got wrapped up two days in a row and he still ain't rid
Best cover your face if I back this dose, if not, get dosed when I pop this lid
They put me on losses in jail 'cause I stomped man's head, now they're saying I can't go gym
How can he breed that b*t*h? This youte was probably born with chlamyds
Stop coming to the ends and splashing up civs
You know we're on what you're not, spin-ting spins like hands on a clock
This Rambo's thick like Miracle Watts
Might twist my yank in your belly or green bells come out the nose like snot
We want them gone, dead these opps, so we gotta get 'round there and press it
You man ain't got no burners, you got fake tans like a b*t*h from Essex
Anywhere, anytime, I'll get him, if he's in love; I'll corn his wedding
He backed his wetter, I backed my wetter but who really held that wetting?
The whole borough knows we're winning, I'm a tissue 'n' organ shredder
He got forced to hold that broom, that d**khead reminds me of Cinderella
Make it rain when I back this umbrella, hop out the Honda, man get cheff up
I had your be-hind covered in ketchup, bro-bro patterned, don't you remember?
I was p*ssed off, I was in jail when my batch got 'round and bodied Nkenda

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