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hoe friends


they be spending the night

planning for this shit to take flight

fucking with niggas they shouldnt be 

they gonna have to deal with me

i be making threats 

i tell myeielah she said "bet"

now we plotting like they plotting 

we gonna catch em while they walking 

they not gonna expect it

we gonna beat em and  split

but when we done we gotta go 

cause its gonna be some hard ass blows 

so hard they chest gonna be still

yes i mean that, im going for the kill

them hoes gonna learn one day

to listen when we say

that them niggas belong to US

after this there aint no fuss

imma put you on a tshirt 

6 feet deep in that dirt 

the gonna be screamin rest in piece 

and all that noise you was making that shit gonna cease

and you gon learn the hard way 

that when it come to our niggas we dont play 

so back up bitch

gonna fuck round get hit

 

 

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