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Throw
your
Muthafucking
Cincinnati
Hats
in
the
sky
Nigga
don't
ask
why
Red
laces
In
and
out
Of
them
Air
Max
'95's
I
Walk
on
the
moon
Flow
hotter
than
June
Any
nigga
want
drama
I
kick
up
a
sand
dune
Peace
to
my
man
Tune
For
giving
his
man
room
Now
we
hittin'
switches
'Til
the
Spring
Break
Cancun
Get
it?
Nah
forget
it
Soo
I
live
it
Made
the
letter
B
more
famous
Than
a
Red
Sox
fitted
But
that
was
suicide
I
don't
live
in
Judas'
eyes
Half
of
these
rappers
Weren't
trappin'
When
I
was
choppin'
the
do
or
die
Suge
had
me
in
I
went
Puffy
like
Zab
Judah
eye
Dre
called
Told
my
baby
momma
'Won't
you
decide'
She
chose
Doc
First
day
I
pulled
dude
a
side
Like
it's
Aftermath
For
life
And
all
I
do
is
ride
Before
I
turn
on
'em
I
kill
Satan
And
stick
my
red
flag
In
the
ground
It's
Red
Nation
Now
Blood
The
fuck
up
Every
day's
a
gamble
Muthafucka
Tough
luck
And
we
gonna
fuck
the
world
'Til
that
bitch
Bust
nuts
I
can't
tell
you
What's
good
But
I can
tell
you
What
's
what
And
that's
B's
up
Hoes
down
Lookin'
in
the
mirror
I'm
nowhere
to
be
found
Blood
I'm
a
dog
Call
me
a
blood
hound
Throwin'
blood
in
the
air
Leave
blood
on
the
ground
Niggas'll
trade
they
soul
To
be
Drake
or
J
Cole
Live
and
die
For
this
shit
Word
to
Tupac
Shakur's
halo
One
blood
plural
Nigga
I'm
spending
Euros
Ferrari
got
an
Ice
cream
paint
job
Dorrough
I'm
up
out
the
hood
Where
they
pull
guns
On
you
like
Come
up
out
ya
hood
It
ain't
never
all
good
We
roll
up
in
backwoods
Nigga
get
to
actin'
stupid
Get
thrown
in
the
backwoods
Los
Angeles
Home
of
the
scandalous
Pimp
hoes
and
gamblers
98
degrees
on
Christmas
Nigga
we
rollin'
cannabis
Swisha
sweet
ain't
it
I
told
her
I'm
Charles
Louboutin
The
bitch
fainted
Pulled
her
panties
down
Stain
it
That's
my
Chi-lingo
Yeah
I'm
bi-lingual
Ball
by
myself
Nigga
Ochocinco
Dancing
with
the
stars
Bullets
and
fast
cars
And
everybody
Bleed
out
here
Word
to
God
Now
Blood
The
fuck
up
Every
day's
a
gamble
Muthafucka
Tough
luck
And
we
gonna
fuck
the
world
'Til
that
bitch
Bust
nuts
I
can't
tell
you
What's
good
But
I can
tell
you
What
's
what
And
that's
B's
up
Hoes
down
Lookin'
in
the
mirror
I'm
nowhere
to
be
found
Blood
I'm
a
dog
Call
me
a
blood
hound
Throwin'
blood
in
the
air
Leave
blood
on
the
ground
Russia
got
a
red
flag
US
got
red
stripes
Last
train
to
Paris
Round
the
world
In
these
red
Nikes
Che
Guevara
Of
the
New
Era
Test
me
Louisville
slugger
Yogi
Berra
in
my
new
era
Got
that
natty
on
Tighter
than
a
magnum
Walk
in
the
club
saggin'
With
a
38
Magnum
Red
Ralph
Laurens
The
double
R
sittin'
On
a
hill
like
Lauren
Her
and
the
car
foreign
Got
my
red
Dre
Beats
on
Tryna
put
my
peeps
on
And
I
keep
it
hood
Like
this
Phantom
is
a
Nissan
Where
my
nigga
Jim
Jones
at?
Roll
up
the
weed
son
So
many
bloods
in
Compton
Had
to
get
a
NYC
song
And
while
I'm
out
here
I
might
as
well
go
shopping
And
put
this
new
bad
bitch
I
got
in
some
red
bottoms
And
all
these
hatin'
ass
Niggas
want
me
dead
Cause
I'm
Malcolm
X
Before
he
turned
Muslim
Red
Now
Blood
The
fuck
up
Every
day's
a
gamble
Muthafucka
Tough
luck
And
we
gonna
fuck
the
world
'Til
that
bitch
Bust
nuts
I
can't
tell
you
What's
good
But
I can
tell
you
What's
what
And
that's
B's
up
Hoes
down
Lookin'
in
the
mirror
I'm
nowhere
to
be
found
Blood
I'm
a
dog
Call
me
a
blood
hound
Throwin'
blood
in
the
air
Leave
blood
on
the
ground