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ark762 - on 40 lyrics

[intro]
young n+gga came out the 6′ with this 40
i’m tryna’ run at the opps with my shorty
n+gga got hit with a fortnite shorty
b+tch ass n+gga pull it on 40’s, stupid ass b+tch, built like dory
b+tch ass n+gga got shot and report it
b+tch n+gga snitch on the gang he record it

[verse 1]
huh? heard that this n+gga trippin’ bout’ a b+tch
walk in the trap with like two pints n+gga
like two pints n+gga full of f+ckin’ tris
i+i got a glock posted on my hip
p+play with me try to dislocate yo’ hip
sippin’ on wock n+gga, make me trip
brother in the sky n+gga like a blimp
f+f+f+ckin on yo’ b+tch n+gga like a pimp
booty scratching monkey n+gga you a chimp
no this sh+t ain’t permanent, this sh+t is temp
you being a b+tch, n+gga that ain’t temp
smokin’ on that pack light it like a lamp
get inside my car, she ride it like a champ
g+got this hoe so wet, p+ssy h+lla’ damp
n+gga this ain’t fortnite, do not build a ramp
cookin’ in the trap, n+gga gordon ram
hoe i need some sp+ce, b+tch i need some round
bro got no b+tch, n+gga need some bass
ar+556 gon’ go bow
[verse 2]
young n+gga from the wreck coming out a 6
young n+gga came up from the bricks
motherf+cker coming up about a glitch, huh?
b+b+tch i be the highest n+gga, cannot miss
young n+gga coming up about a glitch
b+tch you on yo’ ass, broker than a b+tch
b+tch i’m in a penthouse with some ricks
smokin’ on that gas n+gga, f+ck a cig
g+gold diggin’ b+tch, go and suck a d+ck
money counter been felt like a pig
beefing with the world n+gga you a b+tch
smokin’ on yo’ brother he up in a spliff
smokin’ on yo’ brother n+gga and his wife
f+ck up out my face n+gga you’s a b+tch
f+ck up out my face n+gga you’s a cut
b+tch i’m boolin’ gas, n+gga blow and writes
sat down dang n+gga do not write
that b+tch, we ain’t friends do not want yo’ brunch
dark skin b+tch, looking like some brunch
f+ck i look like? taking hoes up outta lunch
puffing on this gas, hit me like a punch
got a bag with a lotta’ guns
g+got a flag take it out, alright
g+got a bag with a lotta’ funds
smokin’ on that gas, n+gga that sh+t foul
b+tch n+gga better have a lotta’ hoes
turning down your music n+gga that sh+t foul
n+gga f+ck the opps, they better bite the pole

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