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Splash Bros 2

de BloodHound Q50

Let me talk my shit
I don't pop it enough, you know?
I don't pop it enough foe
On my dead grandma
Long live my brother, he did kill your bitch-ass brother
For real, for real
Grill come from Johnny Dang, that bitch jump in the dark
Broke ass niggas
Go
Go

I say fuck rap and go wrap a nigga up
Niggas goin' to funerals every time we suit up
The last nigga died, get his baby out the truck
Got hit twenty times, autopsy like Duck
Make a bitch snort a line before we fuck (true story)

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Name a opp fuck with me, don't worry I'll wait
They was trollin' on the 'Gram, they ain't post in a day
A nigga like me, I'ma win either way
If rap don't work, lamp where a nigga stay
If this shit was a race, they stuck in the same place
Bought a new Gen, had to swap in a day
Niggas tried to spin the block, got shot in the face (damn)
Had to buy a [?], finna drop a eight with Tae
Cashed on a grill, then took a nigga J
Took his shit to [?] and got it appraised
I told you, leave or tat my name
I'm up dog shit, still take a nigga chains
That hat don't count if it don't got a name
You can't hop in my car if you ain't never bust a brain
The opps linkin' up, they share the same pain (dead-ass bitches)
Go
Show me you love me and show me you fuck me and show me you solid if shit get ugly
Show me you ridin', it's not just the money
I like my bitch in the crib, not clubbin'
Bottega your feet, fill your purse with hundreds
Ain't trickin' if you got it, that shit ain't nothin'
Wanna take you in an alley and put a baby in your stomach
A ho ain't gon' play 'cause they know how I'm comin'
I'm countin' up racks, she like how I'm thumbin'
I'm clappin' at niggas, I'm laughin', they runnin'
Until she nut, I ain't gon' stop fuckin'
I'm high off Percs, thirty minutes she suckin'
I ain't never taste pussy like this, it's lovely
Any bitch play with her, get hit with this button
Go
Go
Long live Z, we was goin' hits
That nigga want a feature, I'ma take his shit
Go catch you a body, you worried 'bout a bitch
Fan-ass bitch tryna sneak a pic
Go

I say fuck rap and go wrap a nigga up
Niggas goin' to funerals every time we suit up
The last nigga died, get his baby out the truck
Got hit twenty times, autopsy like Duck
Make a bitch snort a line before we fuck

Go
Go

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