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Alright, alright Alright, alright look— The Dark Side Teflon
Who the fuck told you I came with the prusik I come in with my niggas Moving, I'm pulling She sucking and fucking I'm bussin' it Just like a groupie, she sucking it slutty, aye (Doomsday) Nigga don't want no stress Nigga don't want no cold (Ayy, ayy) Nigga don't wanna talk game (Ayy, damn) When a Itty bitty nigga wanna pull up on a nigga Let the shit go bang, bang (Ayy) I'm aiming it straight for your brain (Ayy) Talk game with my niggas That fuck with the figures (Ayy) That pull up with guns on the slay (Damn) Xanny clouds Ricky Ross, She wanna pop an Adderall Put her on the Molly (Whoa) You can find my hand up in her draws (Whoa, whoa)
Baint hoe, stank hoe (Whoa, whoa) Mad 'cause my case closed (Uh) Put me in a cape and I still won't fucking save a hoe (Oh no) Captain save a hoe (Ayy), you a captain save a hoe (Oh no) Captain save a hoe (Hoe), you a captain save a hoe (Hoe, Alright)
Aye, Bad bitch, I did that Bapesta, I bought that Foreign whip, I skrt that Don’t ring around me, this shits platinum Big dick, she hate that Too black for a face tat Fuck a jaw, yo' neck cracking Big ZiLLA, at the top map Stepped on you with the whole map (Grr) My lap, she sat (Grr) Sucked me up, then I blew her back Next day, I ain't call her back So at that point my soul is black Look in my eyes, you ain't coming back She a hoe, she ain't coming back
Cut that, all these, yeah, you to cut that part I didn't finish it yet You wanna keep that? You, you decide Break it all up Break it all up? Break it all yeah, break it all up Dead Boyz
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