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admiral raddis – lost v3 lyrics

[verse 1]
wrist slippery
young black pistol pete
mingle with the crowds because my girl she dismissing me
a rocket on my arm, ya n-gga i’m the antifreeze
i’m colder than subzero i’m the hero he’s the son of me
i’m riding round bumping boof slaps with my roof off
tooth aching tooth caps hurt like the truth talks
squadron’s anti-venom it’s no spiders when my crew walks
news anchors spew danger lie about my shoe cost
fake, im fake as indiana booty when its too soft
(what that mean?)
nothing much and mind your f-cking business dawg
you not about my life my n-ggas raised the bars and popped em all
cardigans round my neck in the winter and maybe fall
and then you know its time to go, cus its no waiting when my gwalla calls
holla back hollow b-lls
dump the stash in hollow walls
roaches on some counter tops and fists that make some hollow jaws
grip a fifth and face your flaws
burn some sh-t and break some laws
grab the mike and bow your head and soak in when the crowd applauds

[hook]
n-ggas gone (n-ggas gone)
n-ggas goodbye
n-ggas been dead
n-ggas left eye
n-ggas with no respect
n-ggas whose fully fried
n-ggas see that you got bread all they say is a gimme bite

n-gga f-ck you (f-ck you)
n-gga goodbye
n-gga go away
n-gga get out my sight
n-gga could eat a d-ck if he is mooching off my sh….

[verse 2: meez tha profit]
i was told that the silver and gold measured our soul
why you coming to america that make your soul glow
if you wonder why they’re scared of you, you probably should know
blaming you for terror is a part of sam’s show
see you probably thought this was the land of the free
you’ll get stopped in the shops though if you look like me and
watch the block for the cops avoid the r.i.p and
think they’d top doing rocks but bro got ten moving weed
this was nothing long ago we was in chains everywhere
building economic system off the clothes that we wear
master come late at night want to have a little fun
said she better not run where i get my curly hair
u.s officials close they eyes pushing contraband
tv personalities playing puppet to the upper man
and if i turn on fox one more time to see a man who barely ran with a spray tan
trying to tell me what i can do
i’m gonna turn his news crew to some canned soup
say domestic terrorism phrase is taboo
but where’s the vetting process for the next dylan roof
and n-ggas only got a voice if they can hoop
or rap or trap or tap dance on a mat with stacey dash and rascal flats in a straw hat
ruckus loves the tippety tap of a n-ggas feet
but i’m getting to these dollars n-gga pardon me
(n-ggas gone, n-ggas goodbye)
thats just my day to day
don’t let them tell you that you gotta stay away
just know you not alone it ain’t all glitter gold gotta make this place your own but enjoy your stay
so n-ggas gone
n-ggas goodbye
n-ggas been dead
n-ggas left eye
turn the tv on
it says i just died
because i turned the stove
into a popeyes

[bridge]
cooking chicken
n-ggas whipping serving flippin
pyrex all inside the kitchen
they ain’t got no room for dishes
knock knock
police coming
knock knock police here
pop shots now he running
cops spraying out of fear so

[hook]
n-ggas gone (n-ggas gone)
n-ggas goodbye
n-ggas been dead
n-ggas left eye
n-ggas with no respect
n-ggas whose fully fried
n-ggas see that you got bread all they say is a gimme bite

- admiral raddis lyrics

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