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Stimme und Gesang
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William Pryor
William Pryor
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Lyrics

We gon' blow your face
We gon' blow this place
Couldn't hold that stake
Say you blowin' down
We gon' blow your face
Chop came with a hundred rounds
We gon' blow this place
All the days we all was down
Couldn't hold that stake
Had to get it off the ground
We gon' hold that weight
Had that bad li shawty
I ain't know her name
But she ate all this shi up
She ain't have no shame
When you livin' by the streets
It's a dirty game
See dem' run down up on feet
Let your 30 bang
Don't take shit to heart
When we cut yo face
Tell that lil' ho to play our part
Before we cut yo place
Don't come in and tryna spar
We gon' blow your brain
Pull up actin' a retard
And they gon' know yo name
That new trap stay jumpin
We sold heavyweight
That new pack stay punchin
That's that heavy lace
She come into my world
She want get a taste
Remember we had nothin
This that heavy plate
Say you blowin' down
We gon' blow your face
Chop came with a hundred rounds
We gon' blow this place
All the days we all was down
Couldn't hold that stake
Had to get it off the ground
We gon' hold that weight
Had that bad li shawty
I ain't know her name
But she ate all this shi up
She ain't have no shame
When you livin' by the streets
It's a dirty game
See dem' run down up on feet
Let your 30 bang
Written by: William Pryor
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