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styles p – i know lyrics

heroine addicts, arms got needle in it
jails is packed, n-gg-s is getting diesel in it
streets is wild, n-gg-s is all evil in it
i m16 to kill the people in it, cocaine currency is calculated
a lot of wolves, but only the real alphas make it
if it’s war then the blood gonn flow
i might tell you some sh-t, but not all i know

[hook] x 2
i know the c-ke game, i know the dope game
i know the shooters, and jack boy, the whole game
i know the fast cars, i know the fast hoes
i know the n-gg-s that hustle to get fast dough
i know

summer time, fly n-gg-s will pull the whips out
stepping out the panthouse, the kush from the zips out
it’s usually black label if i’m dipped out
hit the strip, make sure and get sh-t made out
…drinking pan on the wall, about to open up the car to play me number 4
yeah i’ve seen it before, n-gg-s will kill you with the…
mama send a team to turn, we’re tryina smile cause we poor
me, i’m with the beamer with boys that make noise
the noise is real but we down to a fake joy
ask me while i’m smoking the tenant the saint roy
tryina move around the world while …a girl and boy
pink diamonds, like pink panther
never ask the question, after missing link answers
cuban link big knots and think dancers
this the fast life, sick like cancer

riding out again i said f-ck em all
shoot a n-gg- first, rock the sucker for
yeah i move squares but i love to ball
morning 6thous in this game n-gg-, f-ck a call
lot of cops on the block, tryina duck them all
lot of gunshots n-gg- better duck em all
lot of models in this party here for sucking off
lot of rich n-gg-s really trina f-ck them all
broke n-gg-s m-ssed up on the wall
they don’t really live this life, they don’t really love the mall
you ask me, i say f-ck them both
45 with the grip that’s rubber close
keep my enemies and my brothers close
you ain’t high the first time, f-ck it, take another dose
and there will never be another ghost
i’m my brother’s keeper, f-ck around and get your brother smoked

- styles p lyrics

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