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BERSERK
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EEIGHTYTHREE EP, f**k the waiting How you go from suspect to patient? He a lame jit, I don't speak his language FN got 'em hit, now he layin' Heard it, like the f**k is he sayin' Man, that b*t*h fall in love 'cause I'm Satan Got him- on that tree, how you hangin'? Dismember his body, no hangman Aye, you better watch where you aim at 'Cause you can end up on the pavement I'm baggin' 'em drugs, boy, I'm waitin' I'm way in your sister, I'm way in Came in the trap, yea, I got a lot of cannabis Talk down on RVR3, then I'm eliminating Hands up, get down, this a home invasion And I'm off green, 'lil b*t*h, you know I'm elevated Come and get the beam, 'lil boy, you gon' get devastated Shawty give me neck right now, 'cause I'm sick of waitin' Came in the trap, b*t*h, you know that I run it Big 83, b*t*h, I came in her stomach I pull out the Glizzy, you see them boys runnin' I'm up in the studio countin' up hunnids If you f**ks claimin' G you gon' end up with nothin' The voices in my head, they all told me to gun it Triple six, faggot, he'll never be something Walk in this b*t*h like a band how we drummin' Shawty goin' with it, goin' blizzard, uh Run in your house with that burner, huh F**k with these toys you get [?], huh Run in your trap with that burner, huh That pu**y sweet, just like sherbert, huh Shawty, yeah, I'm off methane Pull up, we kill them, we left them I hit it up with the [?] Rollin' big blunts, but you know that I face it Aim to the b*t*h, I hit him with the 'K clips I'm so sorry officer, it just started spraying Someone better save him, someone better state him F**k all that sh*t, you get pounded I got them drugs so I don't got no feelings Talk on me wrong grab yo cap and I peel it I been had a check so its f**k all the dealies I dilly I dally throw bands in yo city They talk like they doubt it I pop out foreally Like what's that sh*t worth on my back Bout 3 billies I get it off tracks throw a rack on yo biddie She pop it for stacks put my sack on her kitty N***as ain't on the same sh*t that I'm on They gone fold under pressure and switch for a hoe So I get what I get out that boy Im ghost Do the same to they hoe F**k her once and I'm gone N***as want deals don't move sh*t for the low N***as gon' squeal, get 'em peeled for an O I got some n***as who down for my gang Who will run in yo spot in my name with the chrome Aye, the f**k is you talkin' 'bout Uh, yuh, who the f**k's talkin' now Uh, yuh, who the f**k talkin' back N***a, go clack-clack, n***a that's a ratatat Aye, shots in yo chest Uh, wait, straight thru yo vest Hollow tips know that they stuffed in the tec You know that they poppin', I'm leavin' you wet Like, FOW Pu**y a** n***a Leave a n***a wet like, wet like (Repeated)
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