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Fiend - Going Out With A Blast

Album Name:There's One in Every Family
Submitted by:Che Guevara
Corrected by:wholkom
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What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it
And my logic the prophet, and if she like it
you get dropped stop it, jock it
As my sad ass asks back for the cash
Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga

Chorus x3

You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck
My bitches talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro
Already cause of me, NOPD on it Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper
Proper, hollered at a popper from that third
A crazy bitch I'll B.O., but deep a nigga won't earn
Word, you ain't heard, this nigga kinda fed up
Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up
Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock
If you good you would not plot and get chopped
Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum
From two things I can't control are my cum and my gun

Chorus x2
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