north life
This for all them lil babies out the North you hear me?
Look, gang
This that d.o.l shit,fuck yo other gang bitch
Better keep your gun bitch, fuck where you from bitch
Play and you bump bitch, we on that dumb shit
And fuck all dat hoe shit this that retro mob shit
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit
Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it
Gun on my waist bitch, I be on that bang shit
Fuck up out my face bitch, I be on that gang shit
Get shot in your face huh, reaching for my chain huh
Made it out them chains huh, I'll never change huh
Still keep that same shit, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique, you know I won’t change bitch.....
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