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[Verse 1]
Tree hugging the wall
Last bitches fuck with a baller
Hard as a wrecking ball
Crush your walls and fuck up your karma
Honor roll on your daughter
Leave a puddle of water
That's hot as your son's man
Tell him not to step on the daughter's
Melodica minus the mellows
Dick with a A suck it
No K but this shit's busting
No spray on a bitch cousin
Don't play when an itch coming
Just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus
And the gun barrel he ain't gonna be missed there
Just tell him to

[Hook]
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (dick in your) x4
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (clit in your) x4
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (gun in your) x4

You remember that shit?
Aye, aye
Is he paying attention?

[Verse 2]
In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger
The wash of the rest of the semen
They missed
But step off before you get red on your dress
Kept from the best
Let it digress
Degrade, debase, the shade, the race
The ride, the crime that's paid for face
And time is funny, ain't hit with a gun
Contended the color, the ribbons that run
This town, this fucking club
Put on the neckbone in the gut
Tired of the throne, the heme, the belly, the lean
The Louie, the crown, the sound the scene
The cut, trying to cut
[?] like cut, welcome the cut
Look at me they cut from the neck and exposing the guts
So get in there shit, let them bitch if you ready to

[Hook]

I don't know what the fuck he's talking about...
Hey... hey you see that shit with me, nigga?

[Verse 3]
Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building
The plaster is peeling
They willing to let a give, live a shit
Feelings get outta my way, get out
Break shit
Killers they living off burning
They burn for the burners to have a reason
To come out to the corner
They find that there's something to learn
About finger three hundred and twenty one son of a gun
[And I wonder about?] Uzi's weighing a tonne
A [photographer?] too or a lunatic
Moving these units like glue, how they do it
And sticking that, clicking that
Quick and they crack
Cos that's down in the back of the truck full of hooligans
Into the back of the Acura, Acura
Adequate at it again they'll go back to the sweating
They left you uncertain, you ready to...

[Hook]

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