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4tr4y – fukkit! lyrics

taking ya girl and i’m baggin dat b+tch
can’t f+ck wit dat girl and i laugh at dat b+tch
and i’m wit my brudda we taggin dat b+tch
upping dat glock have em laggin lil b+tch
i’m f+cking dat girl den i’m passin da b+tch
pull up wit dat choppa we dump on dat b+tch
walk up in da spot da pops in dis b+tch
(i like what i see)
she should be taking me serious i not even laughing
he say he get money i know dat he kappin
pull up wit a glock and we get this sh+t clappin
n+ggas be talking like n+gga what happened pull up on ya shawty i’m beating her back in
run down on dat n+gga i know he was lackin
and shawty wanna f+ck while she wearin my jacket
i keep draco we finna wack em
i get dat choppa lil b+tch juss be clappin
i keep dat choppa on me keep a magnum
i heard he was dissing but dat n+gga lackin
we put dat boy in da dirt
f+ck it we pop dat boy like a perc
f+cking wit me put you onna shirt
i get dat uzi not talking bout vert

uh huh
yeah (umm)
uh huh (umm)
yeah yeah
uh huh
i get dat bag imma flip (yeah)
bet dat i run up my digits (yeah)
why is yo b+tch trynna kick it (yeah)
spinning yo block like a fidget (yeah)
yeah
grrt

i’m wit my brudda finna run up a bag
went to the mall and i pop me some tags
walk in a bank put a m in a bag
she want birkin on dat purse
put some blood up on his shirt
on da highway speeding turnt
he run up den he get burnt
b+tches da same dats sum i learnt
i ain’t got no worry’s
balling like i’m curry
run up do em dirty
up on dat glock make a n+gga get st+rdy
if he run up den my n+gga gon murk em
run den he turn to a turkey
glock hit his chest den he turn to a birdie
dat n+gga real mad cause i f+ck wit his shawty
and i stay wit my bruddas like matt and jeff hardy
dat n+gga run down den i’m upping dat 40
(yeah)

- 4tr4y lyrics

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