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activistjo – him (ft. yusuf7n) lyrics

[intro: activistjo]
bop bop!
p+ssy!
(a+ a+ aye desire)

[verse 1: activistjo & yusuf7n]
n+ggas talking all that sh+t but never stand on it
and you said that was your mans, then why you ran on em?
and if he said he ran through business then we stand on em
i done ran me up a million and i’m still hustlin’
when they start making that red i started pouring robitussin
can’t have no brass up on my neck, i need some vv’s and they bussin’
i got 99 problems and an opp not finna touch em
my [?] but it might be a [?] if you lucky
i can’t f+ck wit all these hoes but all these b+tches tryna f+ck me
i can’t be lacking out in public, b+tch you know i gotta tuck it
[?] like some chicken, man i can’t stay for kentucky
stay banging, bout to switch up on your block, how ’bout you come and duck it
they took my cousin out, i went and knock they brothеr out for all that fussin’
[?] if that’s what you call hustlin’
you can’t be posted in that street if you and your mans was nevеr strugglin’
tired of all these rappers capping, they done never [?]
i was on house arrest for three counts of assault, i bet i’m thuggin’
these bullets stinging like a h+rnet, you sneak diss i bet i’m buggin’
n+ggas say they this and that but to be honest they ain’t nothin’
rush his ass just like a football, take his head and imma punt it
take his chain right off his neck we took his soul right out his body
i can’t trip about that b+tch i heard she ridin’ she got mileage
[?] was just posted on that corner sellin’ “miley cyrus”
everytime i wake up, i gotta chase the bag, swear that’s a virus
n+gga say he want some fame, that .556 gon’ make em viral
spin his block just like a hurricane, we call that sh+t the ‘spiral’
yeah i said it first, don’t try to get me hurt, its no dividing
presidential [?] up on him, man he can’t see when we sliding
man i’ll pop out like i’m polo g i swear i’m never hiding
when i ran me up a thousand, wanted more, i started grinding
i can’t f+ck wit none’ these hoes, cus i know that most ’em lying
pop out the cut, with that grip up on that b+tch, i bet i’m firin’
(let’s get it!)
[verse 2: yusuf7n]
n+ggas on my d+ck, yeah they really tryna f+ck
bend that n+gga over, then i stuff it in his b+tt
yeah i put it in his ass, n+gga, i put it in it
he like suckin’ d+ck too, that n+gga he my twin (twin)
yeah, that n+gga he my twin, yeah that n+gga he my brodie
every time i link with bro, yeah he just wanna blow me
then he finish on my face, and he finish on my ass
that n+gga shattered on my b+lls like some broken glass
(he really shattered that sh+t)
(mhm, broke my sh+t down)
aye, imma keep it real, n+gga, i just like d+ck
pull that n+gga pants down, gave that sh+t a nice l!ck
and i’m goin’ crazy, his sh+t harder than a ice pick
and he put it in me, and that sh+t, it was a tight fit
yeah it was a tight fit but that sh+t, you know it felt good
way i got him screaming, you could hear it through the whole hood
way i got him creaming, he could smear it on my whole wood
this song not me coming out, make sure that sh+t understood!

- activistjo lyrics

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