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.223jerm – na3na3 lyrics

[intro]
we on x games mode
b+tch!
it’s pay day fellas!
gang gang gang
gang sh+t, gang b+tch, gang sh+t (gang gang)
gang, gang
gang, gang
gang, gang
gaaang!

[verse 1: .223jerm]
b+tch!
shut the f+ck up (what the f+ck?)
i be toting up these straps right at you bustas (b+b+bop)
how you only selling grams but you a hustla’?
y+you ain’t ever run no streets, you ain’t from gutta’
(gang, gang, gaaang!)

[chorus: .223jerm]
when it comes to fades b+b+b+tch i’m never running
watch me do the nae nae then just watch me hit the dougie (brrrt!)
talkin’ on the gang then on my momma that i’m busting (b+b+b+boom!)
how you say you got a strap but you ain’t ever tucking (rah rah rah)
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
pull up with a stick and i let that sh+t hit
and these n+ggas be talkin’, they grippin’ the d+ck
i got ice on my neck i got ice+ alright hold on, hold on
okay let me stop playin’, ay
f+ck on a little b+tch like i just did a bit
i cut the blow and i come up with different hits
he just re+upped and i’m plottin’ on robbin’ him
i get the coke and i cut it with glycerol
sippin’ on, sippin’ on, sippin’ on wokhardt, you n+ggas sip tylenol
n+ggas be hatin’ on me cus they d+ck is small
come behing [?] smiled at me in the mall
she bought the perc and it look like an m&m
f+ck with a n+gga like me you aren’t seein’ them
we f+ck these hoes and you n+ggas be cuffin’ ’em
i don’t take pictures with fans i be robbin’ ’em
i don’t take pictures with fans i be robbin’ ’em
you in the comments but won’t break the law
og, b+tch we be smokin’ that
get to the money real fast like a runner back
you is a bum and yo’ b+tch she be sayin’ that
you bought my ep, i need you to bring it back
that’s for real n+ggas so you can’t be bumpin’ that
b+tch i be ballin’, i wear a starter cap
n+ggas be talkin’ ’bout [?], that’s a f+ckin’ cap
pull up on spider gang, n+gga we bussin’ that
bullets be flyin’, that fifty piece party pack
i put a n+gga in a box like a tesseract
real n+gga, you p+ssies ain’t testin’ that
[bridge:]
hahahahaha
real trap sh+t
ay, ay

[verse 3: 83hades]
always pimpin’
b+tch i got a shot, it’s like scottie pippen
always grippin’
if i see the 12 then i’m f+ckin’ dippin’
said he grippin’
but i know he not cus he steady b+tchin’
really tryna rob him but i’m tellin’ him we gonna kick it
in the kitchen
cookin’ up that sh+t then we gonna flip it
when i look around i swear to god i wan’ k!ll all of you
i just really wanna f+ck, the only reason that i followed you
and i’m pullin’ out a gun, these bullets just might f+ckin’ hollow you
homie get his witch back
on her lips like lipstick
cuttin’ people off, i cannot f+ck wit’ none that b+tch sh+t
pull up wit’ a big stick
hit up jeramiah, help me knock ’em off the hitlist
p+ssy you a kit+kat, snapped in half you ain’t with that
spend a bag, keep on tryna’ touch me i might k!ll a f+g
grippin’ mags, ridin’ with a pole when we swipe tags (f+ck!)
[bridge:]
(i said who’s f+ckin’ playin’ motherf+ck+)

- 223jerm lyrics

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