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I got the laptop on my lap,
top pulled back on the lambo,
with the gat,
hanging outside the window,
im so troublesome, walk outside, cause an outcry,
bow tie and a suit,
i leave my victims with a clue,
note on a stool,
no ink just blood,
gotta make sure its fresh too,
now the violence i promote,
control it like remotes,
but only cause they coming at my throat,
like a rope, suicide,
fucking with me bitch its do or die,
youre not even worth my time,
ill put you aside,
have my niggas deal with you,
make sure i dont hear from you,
too busy spitting on a beat from the wu,

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Razor-
Member since December 23 2014

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