pitiful
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And it's f*ck them niggas They ain't standing on business They ain't doing the shit they say they doing All these niggas claim they like that never shot no pistol Grab that fucking missile hit the field and rip his tissues 7.62 Finna grip you, hope yo mama miss you Talking about that cash you ain't got none Your ass a joke you pitiful I sent foenem' to get rid of you, where the CashApp I fucked that bitch I cannot get with you But damn that ass fat You Co Op with the feds yo ass a rat And that's a known fact They told me watch my back I laughed at them What kinda joke was that Used to send that shit through Zelle, but then I changed my mind I f*ck that bitch, I dig all in her spine she say this pussy mine Bro got them bowls, a Zip for 2 bro go get right you wasting time Like how you want yo payment Cash-app, Zelle, in hand or the chime Say I'm a demon, I'm like yes I know I came straight out of hell I can't snitch on none of the bros, I just can't go I just won't tell Keep yo mouth shut when they question you You know this shit get real like where was you when shit got tossed up on that scale Face it f*ck the bail F*ck the zipper, love the smell Fucked that bitch, she thick as hell And we love them switches, can't you tell Give him shells, Taco Bell Foenem say I'm tweaking whenever I'm off the X Be hot as hell lil bro them put his Glizzy in the air Like bitch I never cared Make sure you turn this shit up Make sure these f*ck niggas hear me Make sure these f*ck niggas hear me You hear me bro Make sure you turn this shit all the way up on my mama That DND shit ion' really care F*ck you and yo Top 10 Lil bro just got them Glocks in She top me til' she slobbin' You talking hot might get yo block bent Gone make sure that them shots hit Braid his ass up, Knotless Blow his ass up, Bin Laden On my mama I ain't sorry All these niggas claim they like that never shot no pistol Grab that fucking missile hit the field and rip his tissues 7.62 finna grip you, hope yo mama miss you Talking bout that cash you ain't got nun, yo ass a joke You pitiful I sent foenem to get rid of you Where the cashapp? I fucked that bitch I cannot get with you But damn that ass fat You Co Op with the feds yo ass a rat And that's a known fact (Don't go pig on me gang) They told me watch my back I laughed at them (Don't go pig on me gang) What kinda joke was that? (Gang gang, pussy)
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