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Devin Tarik Rudolph
Devin Tarik Rudolph
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Aye Huh Let's go Let's go Huh, Huh Turn me up Aye Let's go Let's go (Let's go Let's go) Aye, Huh I'll blow this bitch, bitch Ian scared I'll fuck around kidnap yo mama Crazy in the head Know not to diss me in no song They know I'm going fed And when we slide no evidence Ain't making no arrest We hit they block and you hear Blrrd You know the rest They got off once and ain't hit nun Shid I'm not impressed Got all them sticks you telling me You can't even hit a leg? Don't let me take you on no drill And then find out you scared Bet you catch one to the head Opps don't be on shit Fuck them niggas! Know we spinning blocks Heard that boy got ice He over there? Ok let's make it hot And fuck these bitches You can tell yo nigga That I'll pop his top I fed that boy ain't talking bout no noodles I put em in a pot Bitch no I can't save you from the trenches I was out here robbing I can't be no hero ima villain Bitch I hang with goblins His main bitch a slut She see a dick I guarantee she gobble Play round with that gang get on yo head We get em touched like barbers Niggas they be telling on they gang Sound like I need a lawyer Derez Deshon Boy I had it harder I pour a four in water Thirty in a Glock look like a charter We send shots out a charger Real player, pulled up for some za Shid Ian even charge ha I'll blow this bitch, bitch Ian scared I'll fuck around kidnap yo mama Crazy in the head Know not to diss me in no song They know I'm going fed And when we slide no evidence Ain't making no arrest We hit they block and you hear Blrrd You know the rest They got off once and ain't hit nun Shid I'm not impressed Got all them sticks you telling me You can't even hit a leg? Don't let me take you on no drill And then find out you scared Bet you catch one to the head Hoes they be messy Messy messy All I want is Becky Ion wanna fuck I just want what's underneath yo necklace I wouldn't take her down again And then I did Shid I just couldn't help it I'm a buck thirty Boy you a fool if you think ima wrestle She like fucking on me And not ha Nigga Fold ha like a pretzel Oh he a big nigga? I lift a little All I raise is Glocks Think my pockets took a punch Them bitches swole all I got is knots She said I couldn't handle that Pulled down my pants now the bitch in shock Know we got the drop but they inside I'm tired of spinning blocks She told me that her nigga want the load Hold on let me hit up rock Tell em he can pull up to the trap But just sit in the car I swear you try to pull off with these drugs Then ima park yo car I told lil bruh that he gone need god Hell yeah fuck a doctor This freak bitch Gave me dumb head She like fuck a scholar They said that boy tryna take some Man I love a robber Cause I can't wait to pop em Send em to his father Uhh, Send em to his father I can't wait to pop em Boy I love a robber I can't wait to pop em Aye Aye, aye aye We sow da block up Swear to god that we gone pop like cans (Aye, let's go let's go) Aye, we sow da block up Swear to god that we gone pop like cans Aye, aye aye Reach for my chain then you gone die Cause you is not a fan Reach for my chain then you gone die Cause you is not a fan We sow da block up Swear to god that we gone pop like cans Let's go let's go Blrrd Blrrd Blrrd Blrrd Blrrd We sow da block up Swear to god that we gone pop like cans
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