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UH, YEA
If ya’all neggas can’t stop Whiz Black Lover
Better try report me to King Joe Blinks
Or better still
Lets go to court, in the street, and i’ll re-mian ya’ll niggas
I’m so roured, that bullshit ain’t workin no more
You wanna be the first rapper dead in the 20 twelve’s
Too many niggas cool wit’ da freaky stuff you doing, HUH?
So you let ’em get acquanted with da dive
And get em cool wit da lake
But you a hard flow nigga
The way im movin ya space
Bullets like eyedrops, put two on ya face
Ya’ll neva gon’ touch me, kid
Till they put me on the ground or until the
GH rappers confirm you dead, empty the pound all on niggas tear up ya wig
Look down on niggas, looked up to reggie
Fuck watchu’ Heard Whiz Black Lover won’t do
He gon give it to niggas and
Ya’ll Young Boys Can Get Some Too
And if mores not like this
After this im through
Front of the gangsta market every day
Daddy just come through
You’ll neva get the best of me now
You’ll be after equaty now
Ma role is in the front desk
You always called from the backyard
Hay laundry boi
So Ya’ll Niggas Besta Be Out
Ma Bro Got The Rest Of You Now
King Joe Blinks on the next lane
With more frames, rich chains
Pall more watches, the blin blin thin
Check the height, measure the lanes
We rule where we rule
We the rap Wolves
You just Sheep listiners
Biatches
Tears, Jeans, Hoodies, Army Coat, Installing
The magoty
I Gave Ya’ll Niggas Inspiration
Mothafucka
Against The Whiz Black Lover Flows
And This The Mothafuckin Thanks I Get
So I Don’t Care Who This Beef Represent
Fuck ya’all madafuckers!!!
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