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shot callers

 I stroll thru the hood
to see whats happening
bitches always clap
cuz they love what I packin for em
I see sleazy
on the corner making beasty beats
whats up dog
whats good with that greenery
oh hell
you know got sticky icky
buy the blunt and we can get real hyphee
on lock
I'm walking to the corner store
see Monica
gotta duck from the whore
stay away from me bitch
I don't want your cold sores
but your little sister
you can show to my front door
I like em hot
I need em spicy
I call ya cinnamon
cuz ya get me all warm and fuzzy
slide a little closer to me lovely
scoot that booty
right up on my woody
no strap
and I'm risking getting coodies
but that only happens
to sad fucks in the movies
lol
ignorance is bliss
sliding up and down
on my motha fuckin my dick
oh shit
no warning
blast cap
I just filled the bitch
to the brim
with my sin-loving cock
and we gotta go again
I like to block sad niggas
on block
that got no game
cuz there lame with no play and they got small cocks
I got the full size glock
and it's pointed your mouth hole
suck up
lick up
and gobble it down ho
Written by sinisterpenz (Hellbound)
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