Splash Bros 2

BloodHound Q50

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    Let me talk my shit
    I don't pop it enough, you know?
    I don't pop it enough foe
    On my dead grandma
    Long live my brother, he did kill your bitch-ass brother
    For real, for real
    Grill come from Johnny Dang, that bitch jump in the dark
    Broke ass niggas
    Go
    Go

    I say fuck rap and go wrap a nigga up
    Niggas goin' to funerals every time we suit up
    The last nigga died, get his baby out the truck
    Got hit twenty times, autopsy like Duck
    Make a bitch snort a line before we fuck (true story)

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    Name a opp fuck with me, don't worry I'll wait
    They was trollin' on the 'Gram, they ain't post in a day
    A nigga like me, I'ma win either way
    If rap don't work, lamp where a nigga stay
    If this shit was a race, they stuck in the same place
    Bought a new Gen, had to swap in a day
    Niggas tried to spin the block, got shot in the face (damn)
    Had to buy a [?], finna drop a eight with Tae
    Cashed on a grill, then took a nigga J
    Took his shit to [?] and got it appraised
    I told you, leave or tat my name
    I'm up dog shit, still take a nigga chains
    That hat don't count if it don't got a name
    You can't hop in my car if you ain't never bust a brain
    The opps linkin' up, they share the same pain (dead-ass bitches)
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    Show me you love me and show me you fuck me and show me you solid if shit get ugly
    Show me you ridin', it's not just the money
    I like my bitch in the crib, not clubbin'
    Bottega your feet, fill your purse with hundreds
    Ain't trickin' if you got it, that shit ain't nothin'
    Wanna take you in an alley and put a baby in your stomach
    A ho ain't gon' play 'cause they know how I'm comin'
    I'm countin' up racks, she like how I'm thumbin'
    I'm clappin' at niggas, I'm laughin', they runnin'
    Until she nut, I ain't gon' stop fuckin'
    I'm high off Percs, thirty minutes she suckin'
    I ain't never taste pussy like this, it's lovely
    Any bitch play with her, get hit with this button
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    Go
    Long live Z, we was goin' hits
    That nigga want a feature, I'ma take his shit
    Go catch you a body, you worried 'bout a bitch
    Fan-ass bitch tryna sneak a pic
    Go

    I say fuck rap and go wrap a nigga up
    Niggas goin' to funerals every time we suit up
    The last nigga died, get his baby out the truck
    Got hit twenty times, autopsy like Duck
    Make a bitch snort a line before we fuck

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