R.I.P

Nasty C

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    RIP to my soldiers, time to summon them
    I wish my dawgs could see the sun again
    Sometimes I wish I had left with some of them
    Drop down on my knees for their mama and 'em

    My eyes teary, I can't even stand in front of them
    Drank a bucket of that Henny now, I'm numb again
    That's how I deal with my troubles, I trouble them
    It's hard to lose a real one when you one of them

    If I could bring you back, you know we going dumb again
    Hard to deal with God's timing this shit humbling
    Feet stumbling
    Heart still crumbling
    Ayy, feeling like my world's been spun again

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    I gotta represent
    It's time to turn it up
    Play some Supa Mega
    Turn the fuck up

    Pockets getting fatter
    Pockets chunked up
    Merc trucked up
    Blicky tucked up

    Get touched up
    Got these niggas nervous
    Got these bitches star struck

    I know Kiernan probably had these bitches star struck
    I know Ricky probably had these bitches star struck
    I know Jabba probably had these bitches star struck
    I know Flabba probably had these bitches star struck
    Prokid probably had these bitches star struck
    I know Citi probably had these bitches star struck
    Got 'em star struck, yeah

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