Contra

, from the hood where them niggas pack fullys, turn an ounce of reg to a cutty, count money with a 10 deep flannel on, sb's lookin' like they been painted on, jeans fittin' like they was made for me, your pants lookin' like, they was hand-me-downs from your daddy, get at me, my fit worth a stacky, i'm in a caddy getting head in the back seat, rubbin' on her yakki, then it start rainin', when i start cummin', so now i'm brainstorming, on how i'm gon' run it, and ya'll like fags, pussy you don't want it, gosh darn it, got heat like furnace, and i raise it like thermostat, rollin' that thundercat kush look like panthro, heard you grab your ankles, take it in your manhole, that's so disgusting, i think i just threw up in my mouth, can somebody pass me a towel?, a wetnap or something? nigga is you frontin'?, i beat you in your face, now your head like a pumpkin, jack-o-lantern, i'm danny tanner, watchin' that white girl, you a dry jheri curl, you worthless piece of shit, your baby mama begged me to suck my dick, and i ain't gon' let her, she look like predator, you a gay boy like david archuleta, contra, where niggas pierce armor, it's two niggas, two guns, blowin' out your conscience, you see them chrome fourty-fours, in this bitch with thirty men, ya'll niggas know the code like. up up down down left right left right b a b a select start, up up down down left right left right b a b a select start, yo, when i write ya'll, i blackout like nightfall, i'm never shitted on like that blight stall, that's quite small, you wouldn't like me when i get gutter, it's the legit cutter, and you ain't sharp enough to split butter, i stack riches, throwin' niggas in black ditches, you wack bitches, while you mixed up like when the track switches, hand on my nuts like my sac itches, lookin' like the mack, hitting 'lac switches, hiding guns in my abercrombie, with a dime piece, gettin' more brain than a zombie, times 3, ladies love cool j, i need a bitch with more class than a school day, i heard a fool say i wasn't in his top 3, stepped off with a broke arm and a popped knee, see me & brown is no regular team, we make the whole planet flip like omega supreme, yeah, make 'em hype, yo i murder with this tight flow, you a typo, plus you suck like lypo, i keep bodies hid, fuck a john gotti bid, talk money, then we can chop it up like the karate kid, but don't think i won't clap and merk 'em, infrared, beam 'em up, i will captain kirk 'em, and turn 'em to a brainless dodo, and break 'em both, legs one and two, like when kane was solo, i'm snatchin' up his chains and polo, the flow's fitted, to pose with it in the strangest photo, i'm bumpin' blue genie, if your stacks is too teeny, first you see me, and then you don't like i'm houdini, nigga

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