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baby 9eno - uuv lyrics

[chorus]
these n+ggas really ain’t ’bout that
i hang with the plug and b+tch i’m a outlet
i f+ck up the bag, imma bounce back
hundred shots out the drac, n+gga can’t count that
dig in your b+tch, face back, she gon’ [?] that
shooters at the front door, k!llers hanging out back
try to get up on me lil n+gga i doubt that
you getting to close, f.n. push your scalp back
i’m in the trap, smoking 1 not the 2
i’m pouring up wock in the juice
f+cking hoes by the group, getting neck like a noose
got your hoe off the boot, now that b+tch getting loose
pop me a perc and that give me a boost
the opps keep dying, they tryna call a truce
whoop a n+gga ass like we on roots
give my youngin’ a bag and believe he gon’ shoot

[verse]
all the b+tch n+ggas start coming “kahoots”
n+ggas hanging with rats and the streets got the proof
lil b+tch on my line let me beat up the cooch
let her eat up the d+ck and i take her to ruth’s
i be in the ‘jects and i hang in the zoo
n+gga reach for my chain, he gon’ die for a view
ain’t no eye for eye, b+tch it’s h+ll on earth
better hope for the best and prepare for the worst
we gon’ hit where it hurts
we taking your brother and b+tch out first
we might get your mother at church
might come to your funeral, shoot up your he+rs+
b+tch i be geekin’ to catch my vet
pull up, walk down, i don’t shoot out the whip
get up on my man, i know who imma hit
i ain’t hittin’ no kids, i don’t shoot up no rips
i’m paid in full like i’m mitch
you n+ggas coward, keep hating the power
i’m in the trap, steady countin’
i bust down the bag and went 50 the ounces
i got some homies locked down in the mountains
for every [?] i’m making a thousand
i’m in the jets, stuck in public housing
i grew up in saks and i drip like the fountain
[chorus]
these n+ggas really ain’t ’bout that
i hang with the plug and b+tch i’m a outlet
i f+ck up the bag, imma bounce back
hundred shots out the drac, n+gga can’t count that
dig in your b+tch, face back, she gon’ [?] that
shooters at the front door, k!llers hanging out back
try to get up on me lil n+gga i doubt that
you getting to close, f.n. push your scalp back
i’m in the trap, smoking 1 not the 2
i’m pouring up wock in the juice
f+cking hoes by the group, getting neck like a noose
got your hoe off the boot, now that b+tch getting loose
pop me a perc and that give me a boost
the opps keep dying, they tryna call a truce
whoop a n+gga ass like we on roots
give my youngin’ a bag and believe he gon’ shoot

these n+ggas really ain’t ’bout that
i hang with the plug and b+tch i’m a outlet
i f+ck up the bag, imma bounce back
hundred shots out the drac, n+gga can’t count that
dig in your b+tch, face back, she gon’ [?] that
shooters at the front door, k!llers hanging out back
try to get up on me lil n+gga i doubt that
you getting to close, f.n. push your scalp back
i’m in the trap, smoking 1 not the 2
i’m pouring up wock in the juice
f+cking hoes by the group, getting neck like a noose
got your hoe off the boot, now that b+tch getting loose
pop me a perc and that give me a boost
the opps keep dying, they tryna call a truce
whoop a n+gga ass like we on roots
give my youngin’ a bag and believe he gon’ shoot

- baby 9eno lyrics

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