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27 Apr Diss for the Fuckboys Lyrics: To "Jumpman" / If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you / Yeah / Halloween / Taliban, Taliban / (I'm gon' shoot you) / Fuckboy, fuckboy, fuckboy, that boy Fuckboys, Fuckboys, Fuckboys give their small dicks a miss And what's with the style of that ugly chinstrap?.
7 Minute Freestyle Lyrics: Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches / Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches / I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet / I never. Hell no! Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough; I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mic's. Battle Rap (Freestyle) Lyrics: Battle Rap (Freestyle) / Verse 1: / I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat / Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat / Stop with the street talk, Lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick shit that I spit bitch I'm done hearing wack disses like this.
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Description:Funk doc in the fuckin building, Nigga [Intro: Gizzle, Y'all and Tech Nine together on the same track murkin somethin I told y'all boys, That you can't keep a nigga from the 3 down Now y'all done sight that lil 40 up just feel us down Bad ass yella boy, This is for you Homie, We know the true story and we know what to do We get them automatic weapons load em up, Load em up And that shiny-ass jewelry that you got, Nigga give it up Remember me and Geezie wrote yo raps I know ya missin all that, Cause that shit ya spittin now is wack And when the rest of y'all gon realize, Gon realize? That y'all ain't never gon eat more than crust out the pie Cash Money records, Nigga suck my dick Tell the whole world how ya really got that shit It was Gizzle, U. And 2 big dogs from the UPT U. Ya mami should've let you die when that nine went off Cause you got it fucked up thinkin Baby ya pa I'll break ya jaw, You was real, Now you phony Let a bitch-ass nigga infiltrate you and ya homie How long will it be before ya realize, Realize? Tech flicks into Slim, The other clown ran out On ya faggot-ass roaches scared to poo in the pen It's the real spinnin a ben [Chorus x2] Say uh, Flex, B.
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