LUH D3VIL - FITTEDS

And emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7am
When the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers and America, a nation reborn
May God be with you all
May God be with you, bitch-ass nigga

Rest in piss, bitch-ass nigga
Smokin' on straight dead, niggas
Yeah, reveal all niggas
Bitch I'm Smokin you know that with it

Fuck allat we knockin' off fitteds
You would get hit in the throat
These niggas really be broke
You see a opp, a nigga gon' blow

Nigga be bitches, I put that on bro
I keep an XD ain't talkin about Disney
BIG D3VIL really be sippin' the Henny
Run up on me, you'll get hit in yo kidney

Lil' bitch
Ballin on niggas, ian talkin' bout Chris
Shootin my shot, that shit is swish
These niggas be bitches, I'm finna diss

You Fucked that bitch, she smell like fish
Told myself, I Kant fuck with the dudes
Kuhz a young nigga, tryna get to them blues
Niggas laugh, cause I didn't have no shoes

Now a nigga just makin' big moves
Niggas be smokin' on midget
My nigga just get to the digits
Fuck allat they talkin we still on our pivot

On the gang you niggas be bitches, bitch
Fuck you
Eat my dick nigga
Fuck you talkin' bout

Make a nigga hit the diddy bop
I get the gas, so come shop
That bitch is a smooch
Fuckin' that bitch, I be pullin' my roots

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Bitch I'm smoking you know that with it
Fuck allat talkin we knockin' off fitteds
Uh-huh, you would get hit in the throat

No cap, these niggas really be broke
See a opp a nigga gon blow
Niggas be bitches, I put it on bro
Long live my brother, man

Fuck allat talkin we knockin' off fitteds
Fuck allat talkin we knockin' off fitteds
Fuck allat talkin we knockin' off fitteds

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BIG D3VIL

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