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Eugene Williams
Eugene Williams
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(Tre made the motherfucking beat—beat—beat go, ****)
Smerkish B, yeah, that's my brother, he a cold ****
Four fifth'll clear the scene out for speaking bold, ****
That's your baby daddy? Well, on the B, that **** told, ****
All my **** solid, they'll never ever fold, ****
Ten Lettas, it's the takeover, my **** home, ****
Overcook his noodles like pasta with this pole, ****
Funk over a bitch, man, that's only for them hoes, ****
Stacking all this dough, straight blues, it can't fold, ****
Fucking on this bitch and she like a young cold ****
Going money crazy on these ****, they can't relate to it
**** say they solid to they gang but they fake to it
**** want the funk, well, I'ma show you how the K do it
Gang, aye, bitch, yeah, we tripping
Pull up on your block with that fucking Scottie Pippen
Blood tried to run so I hit him from the distance
His main bitch on my dick, well, I'ma show her what she missing
Bitch, huh, I love that cash flow
Bad ass bitch, I had to get it out her asshole
South Sac Iraq where you pussy **** can't go
Free my brother Dice, he been rocking in that fucking hole, bitch
Written by: Eugene Williams
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