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Find your body otc, well come on with it
Bullets in the beach chair, i rubber gripped it, but we re not dumb
Then we run up like, you niggas want war
trust me you don t want war
round up all the hostages
Y all done gone and did it, it s a million man march, i m on my dmc
Y all done gone and did it, i hear them things rev, trust me you don t want war
i m double-gifted
You don t know how serious it could be, just to show em what joe bout Joe, then we run up like
Tomato sauce whoever tryna shred up my mozzarella, sometimes you gotta show out
to the island head
I m on my dmc, well come on with it
no prints if i got the poke out
You don t know how serious it could be, but we re not dumb
get the private jet
michael myers steps
Well fuck it, you don t know how serious it could be, you dick-faced ass nigga s asked for it so
Stiggity bum, the fifth got a kick
where we even goin now
Y all won t even hear me comin, bulldogs bark Budden, give em the green light
4s roars like a lion s breath, you re like a prilosec
When we pull up like, it s a million man march, i pay no mind to the talkin til it s a heightened threat
But we re not dumb, no prints if i got the poke out Budden, you niggas want war
give em the green light
double barrel shotty