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I'm from D.C. Of course my takes the guns off the streets recycles them, and sells them back to the streets so they can murder again Duh Spin this whip and then I park it Whip this mix up til it hardens Flip the switch and I hit my target I kept telling them don't bother Cause I won't stop once it get started All my old hoes say I'm toxic Take that to the game and charge it I'm like I'm nothing like what you know I'm quite the opposite I'm raised by the drug dealers And niggas known for dropping shit You die here in D.C., you better, Stay your ass in Washington where They sell them guns back to the streets After they charge the Men Aye Cutta Let's go push this loadie bro I heard they dropping in Got bro right here on call I'm on the way Let's see if he drop a ten I'm known to pop my shit all over these beats It ain't no arguments It's only flame emojis Like they all think I'm some arsonist Big stepper Oh you thought my last shit was a hit Man I could've did better Found out that my dog was flawed So that friendship I did sever Had wild nigga tendencies for a minute He should've hit better Young nigga had great untapped potential Now he a cig wetter My little sister going down a long road But shit I did tell her Big bro can't come and save you If they take you down to that pig cellar Yeah I said I'd slow down with this spliff But I still inhale her It's 1600 Q The home of getting money and chin checkers With this game I got a vendetta These niggas never been But I never been better Think y'all should pay me for my endeavors I don't take them serious They just being clever We the trend setters If you ask me Spin this whip and then I park it Whip this mix up til it hardens Flip this switch and I hit my target I kept telling them don't bother Cause I won't stop once it get started All my old hoes say I'm toxic Take that to the game and charge it I'm like I'm nothing like what you know I'm quite the opposite I'm raised by the drug dealers And niggas known for dropping shit You die here in D.C You better Stay your ass in Washington Man yeah this ain't what you saw on TV With all of them congressmen and monuments It's love here But the murder rate's astonishing I feel like Tharpe, don't tip which spot I'm in See it's a difference in D.C. and Washington But I'mma let you ponder it Nah for real
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