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lirik lagu young chris – cuffin season

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gonna, alive, alive and you .. with my
from the jungle, i’m afraid you’ll be rumble,
home invasions our homies, they murder over a puddle
they ain’t stuffin’ their bread and their ten boxes,
they just stuff in the air with their m boxes,
couple ounces is dark, f-ck around there’s gonna be a couple foundin’ the pot,
n-gg-s staring down of your downer,
he gonna see a few hitters right down in the spring
n-gg-s sleeping on a n-gg- will a man to see
for a pound wake em up, n-gg- angel is he
mother-ckers, they thinking n-gg-s flows like crazy
woke numbers, b-tch i had them hoes like shady
told me lessons best better be blessed over stressed
told me never front on my n-gg-s, never stress over s-x
this is captures stupid -ss fast over ..
we’re bringing the text, sing it our death, leaving the message where you sat?
young .., send shots, make us cars swear it, our raps on it,
run the sh-t to a tongue, curb you hoe n-gg-,
pull the skirt down here b-tch,
close your mind hoe eat the d-ck,
taking -ss n-gg-s can’t stand and see me fridge
as rather see me fight cap to see me live,
n-gg-s ain’t buy booze their sneaker simps,
until they sneakin’ picks the minute they see the chicks,
worst in this hoes, they spinning last on clothes,
fraud -ss n-gg- she get exposed,
a few run o’s, keep something for a nose,
have our sh-t looking like is running in the cold,
minute that we hit, b-tch i’m running through the low low
and the last time n-gg- got em runnin’ to the post,
and the man leaves and they think they get a dollar,
ever since i see my brother so i cook up till i father,
n-gg- be the custom, prepare from when arrest come


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