F/ C. O., Deuce Poppito
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I spit game wit the word
Brothers make slang for word slang
I slang cane and others thangs for word slang
And lease be the blame for word ***a
(Trick Daddy)
You know me ***a
I don't know you my ***a
Here's what must go through my ***a
Go get with ya crew my ***a
Tell rush round here for I do y'all ****s
Cause I'm straight chillin my ***a
Ex-con ex-dope dealer my ***a
I ain't trippin but I'm chillin my ***a
And I ain't scared of none of y'all ****s
I will count my flow right in front y'all ****s
I will kill ever one of y'all ****s
C*** my 45 and go to gunning y'all ****s
I will ever one of y'all ****s
N***a
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(Deuce Poppito)
I am off da my ***a
Smoking marijuana in the range my ***a
Getting brains
Real ****s do things my ****s
We spittin flames with motherfuckin thangs ***a
I will take it to ya whole squad my ***a
Word to god my ***a
I got? But rather get hard my ***a
? At the neighborhood park my ***a
What you say young ***a
Slip slide ain't got guns young ***a
Got funds young ***a
Dumb ***a
Get ya for motherfuckin ones
And turn you news into none
N***a
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(C. O.)
Yo my ***a
I'm C. O. N***a
You better slow yo roll my ***a
N***a
And that's word to buddy roe my ***a
So why should I give a f**k about a ho ***a
I'm a go get ya ***a
I can get the? To da floor (let em know ny nigga)
That's how it go my ***a
I'm go lock it down from the door my ***a
That's for sho my ***a
(Trick Daddy)
And I got ya back my ***a
Everywhere I go I be strap
You bet my ***a
And on top of that do be a?
Its all good you know I got stacks my ***a
We rob banks my ***a
And we are the only ones smoking stank my ***a
We runnin through the b*****s that you can't my ***a
Fuckin round with us we will leave you stank my ***a
N***a
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(Deuce Poppito)
Whats up my ***a
I'm bout to nut my ***a
Bout to but the gat to ya gut my ***a
Whats up I'm bout splash me a ***a
Bout mash me a trigga
I'm bout to blast me a ***a
You shouldn't have played with my c*** my ***a
It smells like gun smoke my ***a
You bout to bleed to ya death my ***a
Take ya last breath my ***a
What you think this my ***a
I will slide in ya crib
And put six in ya wig my ***a
That's how we play my ***a
With a A. K. Hide in ya driveway my ***a
You can run but you can't get away my ***a
I'm go let the click spray my ***a
From the shy to the M. I. A. My ***a
Slip slide ****s don't play my ***a
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