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M O P Get The Fuck Outta Here

SHIT nigga [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] Where the fuck are your morals homey? [Will] Get the fuck outta here! [Fame] Where the fuck is your

now Aiyyo, I'm fresh off the plane Tryin' to get a little bit of stress off my brain M I A, Dom P, palm trees, 9O degrees Arm freeze, ma please, ain'

B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight fourty six? I'm hoppin' outta shorty whip I'm

, you fall It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine Yeah, it's my time Me and my thugs smoking, choking Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine Bone, come

fucking Jim Conway Leave no evidence Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents What? Motherfucker, yeah Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O

a cop on my corner, yes uh Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit So I can pull up outta here, we gone Slow the shit down now so I can catch it I'm gon' catch

don't smoke but I toke enuff second hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke I'm an OG, you're fuckin with a GI Joe Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loco I'm a psycho

like bitch, get off me Bitch get off me, yeah, get off me Bitch get off me, now do that make me a liar? Get off me, get off me, get off me

kiddin N-gga I live it cant get in my business Cant get with my bitches Cant get my lyrics I dont give five shits come get with my skrilla Killa I roller cheese blazed high as fuck