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Blrrrd (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd) Blrrrd, blrrrd (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens, this sauce here from Vegas Off this Tussion' and this Quagen, could play for the Lakers Got too jap on all my places, I switched the locations Baccarat got the ho open, she fucked off the fragrance Hop out that ’Cat, I'm feeling coupish, I had to C8 it Neck to my teeth, ho, that's an eighty, I’m flawless gang crazy Your trap don't get off like my trap, biggest track in the Haven Maceo Walker, just a baby, strapped with a .380 It's a yeah situation, got off, but ain't get away Can't just say you Choppa Gang, go put one up, go get a Drac' Taking pics with all these guns, gon' get put up, you in the way Must don't believe in fеds or you gon’ rat and help out on the case Paralyzеd feet to the waist, when we pop out, it’s a murder Air 'em out, one to the face, we come through flippin’ shit like burgers Fucked him up, we hurt him, know he hot on his ass like a girdle Ten shots to his back put him on his stomach, face down like a turtle Still got all my cars, that's seven whips, ain't no buy, sell, or trading Burberry hit off the Christian Loub and bloody stepping gave it My lil nigga came back off an M, gave a ten to Woo Brazy Bet any nigga play got shot or killed and I put that on baby Letras de cancionesChrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens, this sauce here from Vegas Off this Tussion' and this Quagen, could play for the Lakers Got too jap on all my places, I switched the locations Baccarat got the ho open, she fucked off the fragrance Hop out that ’Cat, I'm feeling coupish, I had to C8 it Neck to my teeth, ho, that's an eighty, I'm flawless gang crazy Your trap don't get off like my trap, biggest track in the Haven Maceo Walker, just a baby, strapped with a .380 Niggas get shot in they face for all that talking shit Police on my ass in every state, but they ain't stopping shit I like fuckin' bitches, buyin' cars, dumpin' on opps and shit It's 220 up on this CTS-V, ain't no stoppin' it Run in your house, where the cash? Pussy, this a home invasion Hit him with the twelve gauge, knocked his meat on the kitchen table Bitch, we got them flavors, got biscotti, Truffle by the acres Negotiate with all the killers, get money, pop shit with players We don't catch no feelings, we catch bodies, nigga Fucked a lot of niggas' bitches, killed a lot of niggas Ran through so many pistols, pulled a lot of triggers Hoed out a lot of niggas, free my partner, nigga (Free Big Shiesty) Chrome Heart drip with the Rick Owens, this sauce here from Vegas Off this Tussion' and this Quagen, could play for the Lakers Got too jap on all my places, I switched the locations Baccarat got the ho open, she fucked off the fragrance Hop out that 'Cat, I'm feeling coupish, I had to C8 it Neck to my teeth, ho, that's an eighty, I'm flawless gang crazy Your trap don't get off like my trap, biggest track in the Haven Maceo Walker, just a baby, strapped with a .380 From Letras Mania