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Billy Bradley
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Then I grab my Glock with the quickness, blast this bitch up in his fuckin' chest
Body got bloodstains, sprint into my Bonneville
Grabbed a couple swishers, let the tint out, we loced out, smoked out, hit Blackout when twenty gauges broke out, Frezno, hit the gas now
Vampin' back to Elmridge, countin' all my cheese, robbin', gankin', stangin' is my favorite game
If I make a stain it's gotta be for a lick, but I rather pimp hoes or slang dope
All up to the part where I don't understand your game plan
My breath gettin' short, the bullet wounds hurt
Grabbed a couple swishers, let the tint out, we loced out, smoked out, hit Blackout- gas now
Vampin' back to Elmridge, countin' all my cheese, robbin', gankin', stangin' is my favorite game
Written by: Billy Bradley