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100k track – 100k cypher 2 lyrics

[intro:]
do you want smoke?
we want all the smoke
yung shad, you k!lled this track

[verse 1: fcg heem]
mike amiri, we ain’t shoppin’ at packs
they’d make a hundred k if they had it
youngest, realest in cages, thats whack
they don’t play, leave em’ dead at the side
never k!lled them, free melly and bort
i play whateva that baby on bort
selling their dawgies
b+tch trappin’ a sport
we was tryin’ it all
we were in it the court
all the bloods havin’ police let them dudes done talk
that [?] do thеir draw
see now all them guns got a car
and all lil heem walk he fly
[?]
and i know all i wanna see is diamonds, watch out
i hit the drill with my chain and my watch out
i’m always paranoid i keep my gun out

[verse 2: slatt zy]
shе gotta go she ain’t swallowing no s+m+n
murder on my mind like my last name demons
went to sleep in that b+tch so i thought i was dreamin’
he gave her a heart while that b+tch want some p+n+s
play with these rails like my sister was breathin’
f+ck on yo b+tch give her back what i kept in
ha we rob guys, we steal too
he played around, and got k!lled too
we run with track
he was in [?]
i was getting loaded on gas
love my ar hold my mac
try to run with a sack
but a rookie in back
n+ggas be broke for too long
how do they do?
i call your b+tch from versace
she says “how are you doin?”
back in the fields my name is ray lou
i f+cked a b+tch in atlanta she jewish
oh who did this
i got a team full of healers
i got a team full of n+ggas
really my brothers
they really some k!llers
f+cking yo b+tch while she taking control
old perfuses while i’m all in yo home
question mark, you know him
but she says she don’t know
these b+tches ain’t wifey
b+tches is slimy, she might even find me
b+tch quit that whining, suck this d+ck
and you know ima time it
uh hahaha
b+tch you know ima time it
b+tch quit that whining, suck this d+ck
and you know ima time it
[verse 3: ar’mon & trey (ar’mon)]
mhmmmm
i been feelin’ some way gotta point and prove (yeah, yeah)
make a kid this ain’t nothin’ new (yeah, yeah)
all that fake love i done cut it loose with him
i don’t take sides, don’t pick n’ choose
we pop out the gut they can see that we rich
i’m every n+gga, so run up yo b+tch
they thought of hatin’ i laugh at that sh+t
one million deposit i’m back in this b+tch
i tell em’ go
shut up i’m drippin’, i need me a boat
40 came broke as you want you a show
got the backend switch that on a co
running it up, it’s just me and my brother
no competition we share the same mother
he tried to reach [?]
and yo team last that’s end of discussion

[verse 4: ar’mon & trey (trey)]
that lil b+tch she do what i say
squat on the d+ck like she got the drip
she know i’m next if she squirt on my face
keep my head down i like to swim
don’t you get hit with the ta+ta+ta+ta+ta+ta
drop a couple racks, get you hit
we got a boat load of b+tches, no one on ones
we gon’ step em’ out in a whip
50 a chain
i might jump on a plane
and land in dubai with your b+tch
b+tch i been doin’ my thing
now they knowin’ my name
broke couple souls now thats it
she make the d+ck disappear like ta+da
put the d+ck in her she like a+a
you a lil smoke this is za+za
and we making m’s while we alaa
[verse 5: ynw melly]
p+ssing on your b+tch when i’m all inside her poof
i am not a fairy but your b+tch got a sweet tooth (huh)
pull up with them pistols, c+ck it back and let em’ loose
and your b+tch grey like the clouds f+cking goose
hit that lil b+tch with the glock (ay)
shoot that lil b+tch before the opps
i cannot f+ck with these lil p+ssy n+ggas
these n+ggas be using them props
only time a n+gga ever using props
only time
only time
only time
only time
melly murder on my mind
b+tches murder on my mind
and i’m really on my grind
shawty suck that d+ck in slow motion
yeah i told the hoe take her time
i f+ck the d+ck in her spine
she says “ooh mine”
i am not moving to that lil b+tch so whats yours is not mine
how i’m just f+cking yo b+tch on a regular? (huh)
no it ain’t coincidental (huh)
all up in her ass (ay)
i’m all up in her end like a splinter (huh)
i’m all in her ass like a splinter (huh)
no it is not coincidental
melly f+ck on yo b+tch inside a rental (ay)
f+cking your b+tch in a rental
f+cking your b+tch in a shplatt (ay)
f+ck that lil b+tch from the back (ay)
and you know i’m michael jack+son
told the hoe “where you at then?”
hold up wait, toni braxton
and the way that pistol sing that n+ggas really get to whack+in (huh)

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