From the top
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Shut up when I’m talking to you

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I’m about to br—
Wasn’t that fun?

Let’s try something else

Forty-five calibre killer from out of the filler

Definitely going to show y’all brothers how you not a gorilla
Smooth talking, fully automatic weapon concealer
Taste thriller, break thriller

Let’s hit ’em with the bounce filler
Filthy stinking, standing on solid ground
And still be sinking, submerging in the parks

Still be linking, plucked beef when it starts
To f**k your thinking, it’s not a mirage
I’m in the motherf**king track, yo, from out the garage

With an if, you to duck, but it’s hard to dodge
In the back of the spine where my dawgs, they lie
Going to flip it straight up, ripping apart your squad

X-ecutioner style, cuts and blends like a syringe
Hanging you from each of your limbs
See me coming through the party hard without no bodyguard

Smoking something, stomping on each of you Tims
I’m the B-to-the-L, the A, the C, King
And when it comes to planning

The thought to keep thinking, man

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