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Next Up - S2-E37
Mixtape Madness, Yanko
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Black Gaza
I just shared my knife with a opper, how could I be so polite?
Just for the thirteenth time Turned him purple like dirty
Sprite I tried make the three-two my wife but it cheated on me with my nigga R-nine
Dinger or bikes, blood on my shine
Juice spilling like Tropical Vibes
We want them man to get red cards but
They're getting away with dives
I'm known for ripping defenders
Run down the line and taking strikes Cat's cat
When they take this buj', If they can't have that
They're developing illness Red all over my silver
Tryna put a paigon boy in silvers Ching man rapid
I ain't tryna ching man slowly I'm tryna leave a opp boy holy
Or I'm in a bando chilling with Rosey
My nigga Zeeko don't smoke no more
But when he's in the ride
He's smokey
They had my nigga in the 'marsh last Year
He was doing bodybuilding, no Jodie
I'm a night rider on bikes
With a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage
No hesitance when I swing my blade
My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased
Just caught a conspiracy case
Now I got thoughts 'bout doing the race
If I ain't got the fifteen inch
Tryna blow off your head like JFK
I laugh when my violence gets Embraced
Juice spill on the floor like E and J
I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull
Mask on like Nicholas Cage
You was tryna wife that J
When me and my Rambo got engaged
No hesitancewhen I swing my blade
My heart's all in,tryna leave him erased
Donny's still burning, He got wrapped up two days in a row
And he still ain't rid Best cover your face if I back this Dose
If not, get dosed when I pop this lid
They put me on Losses in jail
Cause I Stomped man's head
Now they're saying I can't go gym How can he breed that bitch?
This youte was probably born with chlamyds
Stop coming to the ends
And splashing up civs You know we're on what you're not
Spin-ting spins like hands on a clock
This Rambo's thick like Miracle Watts
Might twist my yank in your belly or Green bells
Come out the nose like snot
We want them gone, dead these opps
So we gotta get 'round there and press it
You man ain't got no burners
You got fake tans like a bitch from Essex Anywhere
Anytime, I'll get him, If he's in love; I'll corn his wedding
He backed his wetter, I backed my wetter
But who really held that wetting? The whole borough know
We're winning, I'm a tissue 'n' organ shredder
Make it rain when I back this Umbrella
Hop out the Honda, man get cheff up I had
Your be-hind covered in ketchup
Bro-bro patterned,don't you remember?
I was pissed off
I was in jail when my batch got 'round and bodied
I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage
No hesita wasnce when I swing my blade My heart's all in
Tryna leave him erased Just caught a conspiracy case
Now I got thoughts 'bout doing the race
If I ain't got the fifteen inch
Tryna blow off your head like JFK
Laugh when my violence gets Embraced
Juice spill on the floor like E and J
I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage
You was tryna wife that J when me and my Rambo got engaged
No hesitance when I swing my blade
My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased