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| 19 Aug 2016 06:54 PM |
I've got choppa's in my closet next to Loubitton shoes, I'ma kill you wit one and walk away wit blood on my shoes, If you wanna try me then you will automatically loose, Leave your brains blowed out, I bet you'll be on the news, Now your diein', and your family's cryin', And wit yo money expensive things I'm buyin', But I'm still on a budget because you are so broke, You admitted you ain't rich & (D) you like to choke, You say you black but in real life you the color of coke, We be pullin' up right now, you about to get SMOKED, I've got goons wit me right now, yo brains 'bout to get blown, Trust me we fixin' to pull up, we'll be there real soon, But for now just to pass the time, I'll attack you wit these rhymes, Tryna try me, you must be out yo mind, It's your own business that you need to mind, Ms. Money, you heard me.
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| 20 Aug 2016 10:39 AM |
Bad/10
i'm pretty sure i can write better
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