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berge rilla - kouple shots lyrics

[intro]
chea gltt
lgm man
dey already kno wat typpa timin im on
big gltty
pow
yeah pow
yo pdot man lemme talk to dese n-gg-s man
i sed lemme talk to to dese n-gg-s man

[verse 1: berge rilla]
i been wildin
dey talkin but lying
dey i ain’t savage i go hard as lions
late night wid a tek
tony hawk i’m juss grindin
onda block jj watt and my n-gg-s is linemen
nights it was cold and dey thought i was hidin
i ain’t send em shots we took weakness for kindness
broke as a b-tch member my momma crying
now i’m on dem millz like dem cops rite behind us
i love blowin dem checks
in dem nike suits juss look so finesse
grab da foreign or we renting a jet
major key we juss act like da best
and i’m juss da one dat will light it up
and pull up wid n-gg-s indict for stuff
hollow tips we’ll wet a n-gg- if he in my town like he michael phelps
doa i don’t need no help
cause i put in work before asap did
pump fakin i kno dat dey hate da kid
now me and pdot we be runnin tracks
and n-gg-s be trynna remake da shit
no switchin but i’m on my kd shit
cause ima d-ck wolf and go blaze a rip x2
i feel like i could go to heaven
i’m gone off da lean inda back of da 7
pull up wid da limp inda clip its 11
he gon need his momma his poppa or reverend
gbaby wid me
gbaby wid me
toss him a glizz he gon shoot til its empty
only da love and da flocks i rep glizzy
(oh my god , i sed)
only da love and da flocks i rep glizzy
how you say rest up if jrock still wid me
i pop out wid warriors bussin like 50
dat rugby lit got my lungs stuff like a chimney

glttt bltttt
big gltyyy b-tch
bow bow bow bow bow yeah
yo pdot talk to em

[verse 2: prince nas]
call me princey baby if you ain’t gotta clue
wen i’m inda booth i gotta speak da truth
call my n-gg-s up if its a problem too
we’ll pull up bangin shooters aimin at you
pull up to da turf and i’m like who is you
you can catch em posted onda f-ckin stoop
cops see a n-gg- dey be force too shoot
and i’m trynna swerve off ina bentley coupe
i be wildin boolin wid a bunch of bangers
if he holdin tax em den we gotta change em
crop a n-gg- picture take em out da frame
cheating on yah man and i’m da one to blame
she can call my phone and ima f-ckin pager
duecey on my body like a f-ckin pager
i’ll give a n-gg- 16 shots like its summin sweet to release my anger
i don’t f-ck wid n-gg-s like i’m f-ckin racist
ak47 give dat man a face lift
i don’t talk to cops won’t catch me in no station
if i get locked i’m bailin out da next day
i juss try to keep it real wid n-gg-s
to be honest i ain’t really feeling n-gg-s
cause a bunch of n-gg-s dey be plotting on you so you kno you gotta keep da steal for n-gg-s
couple brothers keep em inda cut
kno for sure dey wid it dey gon drill for n-gg-s
bunch a n-gg-s saying you should rap yah life
but if i did would you really feel a n-gg-
been loadin macks and countin up dese stacks
n-gg-s beefing see me have a heart attack
f-ck da fame all i wanna do is rap
but n-gg-s moving wocky boy dat shit is wack
bad b-tch pussy wet as water
if boy outta line i put em back in order
all dese beats a n-gg- gotta do his slaughter
i can prolly f-ck a n-gg- moms or daughter
catch me flaming up a blunt wid bro
i could stop a track or i could switch da flow
n-gg-s always say dey got da realist raps
but ona fire track be soundin like a hoe
i don’t care for n-gg-s dat be playing fake
heat his body up and watch a n-gg- bake
if he food i put him ona f-ckin plate
and bring em to da whooptys let em eat his face
mob9 b-tch i’m here to stay
stay away from n-gg-s dat i kant relate
racin to dat money no i can’t be late
trynna dip and dash and get away from jakes

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