16 Bars

HIM

16 Bars 16 Bars I can kill a ni**a in 16 bars 16 Bars 16 bars Went to the deala and bought 16 cars

Me im a flowa all nite tho Fresh fit it cap v neck on tight tho But i dont like those Ni**a who rock po lo Fresh to death fake dudes is homo See cuz my wrist froze Same cost dat make my neck glo I fuck wit da street but im on my next hoe Smoke dudes like chimineys But u call me a new port The way i rumble in the bronx U would swear im from new york Sittin at the world trade Trynna make the world trade I don made ya girl say

But imma make da world say Dat my class stick heavy The way i box and the chevy Or box and the ring I got glocks and dem things Dat would pop throug Ya brain and wont stop to it rain blood but no i aint blood tho and if u dont believe it u can ask cuzo Fams dont lie to Yea them dudes loud to In ya ear like a blue tooth And we all beast so them dudes is blue to I can kill u to And put it on u tube And make these ni**as laugh and laugh cus

And 16 Bars 16 bars I can kill a nigga in 16 bars


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