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Bernard Kweisi Kuma
Bernard Kweisi Kuma
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I Don't need a bitch I'm what a Bitch Need Murder the fuck I wrote Aye yo Kuma What typa strain you smoking Opp pack all I smoke Meta this Meta that Aye Lil nigga Have you ever met a trick You Talking trash I pull up like a Beyblade, nigga I let it rip I'm smoking on that grand daddy purp Self made nigga On my own I came straight from the dirt Blast your spine, icy hot How the fuck does that work Said you tribe, you is not I am not of this earth Boy I'm not of this world Ain't no body gave a damn bout that boy Now that Boy a Man One v nine, yeah I stood my ground I call that Final Stand Feel like Frieza how I'm plotting on them niggas They gone die by my hand Everybody wanna know if I'm on their side Nigga it all depends They don't understand What the hell I mean You don't understand What the hell I mean I ain't poppin percs I pop amphetamines I am not the Judge, I'm the Guillotine You said you run these parts You ain't got no Haki What that mean Man to man You can never stop me What that mean Hand to hand You can never top me I'm an Og not no chump Soldier do you copy She said she want love I just want a body I'm a Macho Man Machismo Racing through your thot Race car, Gran Turismo She said i'm a beast i'm a gremlin Not no gizmo They said be a man Now I'm a man, they call me monster Focus on this mission, I was born and raised to conquer It's kill or be killed no more love I have to slaughter It's all fun and games til a nigga raise his chopper Said I musta changed, I ain't the same now i'm a goner
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