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Shoreline Mafia, OhGeesy & Fenix Flexin
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(Pull some of that bass out, Bruce) (D-Diego) I got thirty bands on me and the b***h up in a headlock Deadstock kicks and the b***h gon' make the bed rock Lead hot, n***a trip on me, I bet his head pop He looked up, all he seen was a red dot Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick Freak b***h toxic, I ****ed her, then I blocked it N***a tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin' You ain't choosin', then you losin', baby, get with me I keep money comin' in and I keep blicky Get to knockin' on them n****s like the mailman I failed math class, but ran it up, I got hella bands Now you see me, now you don't, b***h, I'm John Cena But we ain't with that wrestlin', you know wе pop demons If we ain't talkin' 'bout some monеy, then I'm not speakin' Don't check me, check the b***h 'cause the thot creepin' We finna get up on they ass, n***a, not even Boogie down up on they block, now they block bleedin' I told her, "Swallow, don't you spit it," she got all semen Her ex-n***a was a nerd, I'm a whole creature Get a chopper, hold a broom, that's a street sweeper He ain't really in that water, he a knee deeper (Yeah, yeah) Know lil' brodie tryna crash, he a tweak-tweaker (Yeah, yeah) I need twenty bands cash (Yeah, yeah), ain't no free features As I look at my wrist, it's about that time But if I look too long, then I might go blind I got ten bad b*****s pullin' up at 9 Should we **** at Fenix crib, or should we **** at mine? We gon' split 'em down that middle, I get five, you get five Then we switch 'em in a little, I get yours, you get mine I done told you 'bout your bag, I got yours, you got mine Know we keep them straps, I got forty, you got nine Ayy, light-skin, dark-skin, vanilla and chocolate Slim thick, thick slim, I got all the options Your number one pick ain't even in my top ten B***h in the valley, got a b***h off of Slauson Hop out, walk in, get paid, clock in Open their mouth while I put my c**k in I ain't turnin' down shit, I'm on nonsense Grew up on Western, I was born on Bronson I got thirty bands on me and the b***h up in a headlock Deadstock kicks and the b***h gon' make the bed rock Lead hot, n***a trip on me, I bet his head pop He looked up, all he seen was a red dot Heat stick, hot stick, ridin' with a mop stick Ain't goin' back and forth, if it's on, we on our opps quick Freak b***h toxic, I ****ed her, then I blocked it N***a tryna run up on us wrong, we get to knockin'
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