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pull the trigg mayne the bitches want fame step in my lane now freddie end the game (end the game) boof, what i'm smokin on life what you trippin on fuck the chase imma keep it real and bust up on the snakes why you hate? look at this you goofy you a fuckin' fake goin' through the jungle i will end you with the fuckin' rake my nerves, are tingling got the thrill, it's sickening the blood, it's in my hair i don't really give a care
got a badass bitch and i just got the baddest glock
cocked it back one timeandnow your bitchis on my cock got you bodycold i'm gonna lock the cellar door dark like darko, i'm so psycho, what is going on
i'm the one who gonna tell you what the fuck to do
swing the axe so fast it's gonna split your head to two beated up this beat is fucked, you better fucking run pull out the gat then let it splat; the blood it taste like rum steppin' out the function, i see double, ain't no trouble all i do is stumble, can you hear me fuckin' mumble? i just got the plan so it's sticking on my mind you so weak, i hear you speak, i see it in your eyes can you tell that freddie's pacing? you gon' meet demise i can't deny what this imply that you gon' fucking die runnin' out of breath, i think it's just gon' take some time take a look back at your motherfucking life
