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26 mic - sumter county lyrics

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[intro]
fake friends nothing new
you mess with me you end like juice
you got played there’s nothing to do
i warned you twice but that’s on you

me and curry got something in common we always going pull up we finna go shoot
broke up with this girl so bad so she decided to transfer schools jhit

[verse 1]
all of my haters they calling my phone
had to go tell them go leave me alone
i do not answer i put you on hold
some of your brothers they finna go fold

i do not get it why people do lie
why the good ones always do die
i gotta x and i gotta y
like why did i date you why did i try?

end to end
you did me wrong did it again
all you do is copy n paste but i sit down and write the pen
and your girl she ain’t loyal she be going to bed to bed
she ain’t loyal check her phone and go right to our messages
cold like shiver
pop like a blister
i rock gold and you rocking silver
why she posting on her story when she left me on deliver

they be faking i never do dating
never do chase i ain’t reagan
always right yah call me payton
but understand i’ll never be changing but

[chorus]
please stop playing and please stop capping
you know it’s the truth that i be rapping
my life is a movie the end you be clapping
you post on your story do not care what happen
you never do listen
i always be winning
but for girl man why you be simping
you bought her flowers yeah man you tripping
cuz really they only belong in the kitchen jhit

[verse 2]
understand i can’t be wrong
all the truth that i say in my songs
the only thing i fear is god
and everybody else can move along
everybody got stabbed in the back
you think that i’m dissing but only speak facts
i swear i be rhyming like cat and the hat
i run for the money like i’m doing track

dang jhit
don’t understand
don’t call me your homie don’t call me your friend
please do not call me and shake up my hand
used to be hating but now your a fan

playing wit
me on the low
don’t call me your homie don’t call me your bro
i smell cap from head to toe
they really be faking like they on a show

like a show their life is a script
you act so hard untill you get hit
they be snakes you finna get hit but they never admit that you really just kids

michael b. jordan man y’all be acting
say what i want anytime i be rapping
throwing shade anytime i be passing
you need help then i finna go tapping
[chorus]
please stop playing and please stop capping
you know it’s the truth that i be rapping
my life is a movie the end you be clapping
you post on your story do not care what happened

you never do listen
i always be winning
but for a girl man why you be simping
you bought her flowers yeah man you tripping
cuz really they only belong in the kitchen jhit

- 26 mic lyrics

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