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Topic	Wow Philadelphia rapper AR-Ab got 45 years for drug trafficking
FatalAccident 04/17/21 1:42:48 AM #5:	Where I'm from money be the object I get mines putting fire to the Pyrex So fuck a diss track I bring it to you direct I kill you then the witness die next Forty four bulldog get the five vex You never progress if you only side bet I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone I just grab two birds now one gone I supply it well that's my clientele I fire shell if any of my client tell Well they say is a long line to hell But I'm ma either get rich or I'm ma die in jail Until then I'm only trying to gain revenue Raise a blade in a plate full of residue Nine-Six Impala it's heaven blue Being broke like you is what I'll never do Purple juice and them zens got me sleep walking She said n**** like me she don't see often* And I don't care if he shot I just keep sparking I make n** throw towels and give peace offerings* I got two baby moms and we don't speak often I just give'em bank rolls and tell'em keep walking I just show a bitch money I don't keep talking Then she slob on my nob like she r******** Sour D four grams stuffed in a dutch Fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut Two bitches four hand touching my nuts Then I give'em long dick touching they gut If money is the topic I get like Floyd I be O-Ting moving grams of the boy If I don't know n**** my hand on toy* Cause I'm ma a fucking shooter Brandon Roy My n**** Cass got the bent I need the 550* Only blow good smoke an L 550 He not a real connect if he can't supply 50 My cousin na get half cause he'll die with me O B A is the set and we gone make ours Couple n**** got shot trying take ours* I was in the crack house with eight vows You was like Eminem off of eight mile In your shitty house writing rap songs I use to run in n**** house with the mac drawn* I guess you only need one mic like Nas I take a four pound and a white-pot Glock 30 con-pact it's the right size Vision ware on the stuff watch the white rise I'm talking brick sales get your order up I dry cook mine I don't like it watered up If you short a buck I send them to the coroner The gun small the clip hang like Florida It say a stack on a scale when I weight powder I'm a gangster a goon to the eighth power Thats the lyrics to the song I was talking about --- walks away <cite>FatalAccident posted [p:952922715] in Wow Philad... [t:79409855]...</cite> <quote>Where I'm from money be the object I get mines putting fire to the Pyrex So fuck a diss track I bring it to you direct I kill you then the witness die next Forty four bulldog get the five vex You never progress if you only side bet I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone I just grab two birds now one gone I supply it well that's my clientele I fire shell if any of my client tell Well they say is a long line to hell But I'm ma either get rich or I'm ma die in jail Until then I'm only trying to gain revenue Raise a blade in a plate full of residue Nine-Six Impala it's heaven blue Being broke like you is what I'll never do Purple juice and them zens got me sleep walking She said n*** like me she don't see often And I don't care if he shot I just keep sparking I make n* throw towels and give peace offerings I got two baby moms and we don't speak often I just give'em bank rolls and tell'em keep walking I just show a bitch money I don't keep talking Then she slob on my nob like she r****** Sour D four grams stuffed in a dutch Fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut Two bitches four hand touching my nuts Then I give'em long dick touching they gut If money is the topic I get like Floyd I be O-Ting moving grams of the boy If I don't know n* my hand on toy Cause I'm ma a fucking shooter Brandon Roy My n* Cass got the bent I need the 550 Only blow good smoke an L 550 He not a real connect if he can't supply 50 My cousin na get half cause he'll die with me O B A is the set and we gone make ours Couple n* got shot trying take ours I was in the crack house with eight vows You was like Eminem off of eight mile In your shitty house writing rap songs I use to run in n*** house with the mac drawn I guess you only need one mic like Nas I take a four pound and a white-pot Glock 30 con-pact it's the right size Vision ware on the stuff watch the white rise I'm talking brick sales get your order up I dry cook mine I don't like it watered up If you short a buck I send them to the coroner The gun small the clip hang like Florida It say a stack on a scale when I weight powder I'm a gangster a goon to the eighth power Thats the lyrics to the song I was talking about --- walks away</quote> ... Copied to Clipboard!
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