And now with the following collection of ghoulish sounds
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[Lil Wayne]
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Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him
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His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him
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Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach
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It's me, LT, like when you heat butter
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Old pussy in a can, red is the flag
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Fuck with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands
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There'd be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere
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I'm a alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel Air
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That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless
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Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features
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Hammer on my side like I work in constructions
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Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions
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Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse
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Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps
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South Beach bitch and I tan line stupid
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You could find me on Collins like Bootsy
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I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that Truk Fit
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Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six
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All I ever see is Ben Franklin face
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I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase
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You fuckin' with some niggas that'll murk y'all
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Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin' Nerf ball
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Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?
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He was talkin' shit, we put a clap into that boy
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Tunechi!
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Goulish
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| Young Money Entertainment |
