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70th street carlos - rip (remix) lyrics

[intro: 70th street carlos]
out here thuggin’
when youout here thuggin’ (bang bang)
it’s consequences when you out here thuggin’
bang, look, glock, ooh, bang

[verse 1: 70th street carlos & 1takejay]
it’s consequences when you out here thuggin’
n-gg- full of h, poppin’ pills, out here druggin’
rip to that lil’ n-gg- that got k!lled for nothin’
you havin’ fun, feelin’ good, then all of the sudden
brrah-bah-bah, rip to that lil’ n-gg- that got k!lled for nothin’
n-gg- won on the dice and he got k!lled for hustling
these n-gg-s out here, they ain’t right, i can smell them, they musty
smile in your face and stab you in the back, they can’t be trusted
want me now, but where you was when i was broke and dusty?
and i don’t wanna f-ck but baby, you can suck me
gettin’ head loaded, full of syrup, watching chuckie
up in the rover with a big one, feelin’ like puffy
i don’t know how you be goin’ but i be goin’ duffy
if you play with one of mine, then it’s no discussion
yeah, n-gg-, i ain’t lyin’, in broad day, we bustin’
big -ss rod on my hip and it came from russians
yeah, that’s that smoke, uh-huh
and we got that gas, when you hit that sh-t, you choke, look
what you laughin’ at? n-gg-, this is not a joke (wait, hol’ up)
hit him with that b-tch’s body, gon’ lock like he caught a score

[verse 2: 1takejay]
i go stupid, dumb, and r-t-rded on your b-tch -ss
gas a n-gg- up like i just farted on your b-tch -ss
lonzo ball, ball hard, b-tch, i’m ballin’ on your b-tch -ss
in the back of the club, feelin’ on your b-tch -ss
if he sneak diss me, he gon’ end up on a t-shirt
whoop a n-gg- feet ’til his motherf-ckin’ feet hurt
why your jewelry changing colors like it’s motherf-cking easter?
you ain’t in the streets, you a motherf-cking tweeter
ridin’ through your hood like i’m from that b-tch
keep playin’ with me like my ex, i’ma dump that b-tch
she ain’t have no -ss, so i had to front that b-tch
but if she cheat on me, on gang, i’ma stomp that b-tch
i like a ghetto big booty b-tch from the east side
long weave, nails done, b-tch, you might could be mine
free greedo, i’m a dancing -ss n-gg-, watch me g slide
she a project b-tch but don’t suck d-ck, she gets the peace sign
ayy, deuces, b-tch, that mean goodbye to all my haters
you big mad, you makin’ noodles, b-tch, i made the fader
bet a hundred, shoot a ten or four straight to the fader
but if i lose? best believe i’m takin’ out my anger
walk up on a n-gg- like i’m walker, texas ranger
bang bang, do a hit, and now that’s another banger
didn’t your mama tell your stupid -ss don’t walk up on no strangers?
wet him up and leave his -ss to dry like i’m a hanger

[outro: 1takejay]
ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh, ooh
wait, hol’ up
we just turned this b-tch up

- 70th street carlos lyrics

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