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RUMBLE

DUSTY LOCANE

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Look We gon' put that nigga on a T.V. Put him on a shirt Look Where I'm from, my niggas all put in work Listen I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she loving I call up Avi, and buss the Patek Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet Bought her an ass, so I could slap it She soakin' wet, all on the mattress Thumbin' through hundreds, I love me the cabbage Play by my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments Uppin' the woo, nigga what's crackin'? We makin' a movie Up it and aim at your kufi Dripped out in Gucci Perky got me feelin' groovy You claimin' you a suvy, but where is your stripes? Put down a poky and get you a pipe Watch the opps, they movin' 'cise Glock with a sight, don't play with your life I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she loving I'm gon' talk that talk Gimme me talk back too I'm a demon on the loose Benz, Beamer, or the coupe? And don't play no games Opposition's all the same Masked up on the stain I need the diamonds and the chains Filled up with rage, I switched, look Leave his body in a ditch, heh On the gang I won't snitch Oh you think you hot, so we burned 'em Leave 'em dead, that's certain Spin his block, swervin' Hit 'em up, closed curtain I hope that you're ready to rumble 'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle Fuckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle Keep it discreet, moving real subtle His shawty a freak, under the covers Fucked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber Dick in her back, I made her stutter I hope that you're ready to rumble Call up my suvy, brush 'em Freak bitch, Russian That talk, she loving

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Brandon Greene, Christopher Henderson, Daniel Simmons, Jasper Murray, Reginald Miot, Trevon Brack

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Enviado el 12 de octubre de 2022 Por Anonymous

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3 de diciembre de 2021

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