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big burly - #dadhatgang ft. h$ lyrics

yeah, h$ in the cut
gang gang sh-t, pew pew gang pew pew (dad hat gang)
[?] she a motherf-ckin junkie, smokin’ all up on some bunkie
and swallow all my sp-nkie, sh-t was pretty funny (haha)
you think i sit up on a shelf? you just sh-t upon yourself
straight bars like a prision and i’m fresh out of the cell
just copped it for the low, rollin deeper than a [?] (haha yea)
uh,24 karats in my mouth but i’m not a f-ckin rabbit
pullin up with the [?] skeet skeeted on your chick
cause i heard she got a habit and i’m a f-cking savage
says the little above average kid [?] (ou)

dad hat gang please don’t try to run no game
i’ll leave your parents stranded at your grave (pewx5 skrt skrt)
me and burly in the cut choppin all these f-ggots up
when they try to f-ck with us (yuh yuh pew pew pew)

i’m posted in the back, with a mac in the backpack
f-ck around make that sh-t go grap-grap
i hit twice and dance around for another attack
all because burly asked where the -ss at
i stick around [?] cause that -ss fat
then all i gotta do is find where the hash at
yeah, i’m just trying to get high
i f-cked around and bought a few wraps so i can get by
d-mn! burly? that’s me! i be’s the man
you look at me with a pen in my hand
i’m snappin’ on the beat cause i know i can
my money rolled tight with elastic bands
i sw-ng at the p-ssy and the p-ssy [?]
my style is infinite you can call me stan
yuh uh, i’m with h$ hittin all the [?] honeys
getting [?] for this money
sh-ts like a playboy bunny
with my d-ck up in her tummy, yuh
grew up on the streets
spread her f-ckin cheeks
cause we some motha f-ckin freaks (yeah yeah we some freaks)

dad hat gang please don’t try to run no game
i’ll leave your parents stranded at your grave (skrt skrt)
me and burly in the cut choppin all these f-ggots up
when they try to f-ck with us (yuh yuh pew pew pew)

get your b-tch off my d-ck
she keeps callin she won’t quit
i just wanted to hit it and quit it (naw naw b-tch)
and you know i got my stick
and you know i’ll let it spit
if you try some stupid sh-t, b-tch (grrrraa)
i got money
i got dope
you know i’m chillin with your hoe
i hit it and kicked her -ss right out the f-ckin door b-tch (bye b-tch)
i kicked your b-tch in the nose
she was tryna suck my toes
f-ck outta here with that sh-t b-tch (f-ck outta here)
my lambo white like f-ckin snow
b-tch dont slam my f-ckin door or i’ll pistol whip your -ss b-tch (pow pow)
i just left the f-ckin block
ya, you know i got the f-ckin glock b-tch
(got a f-ckin glock b-tch gang gang skrt peace out b-tch)

- big burly lyrics

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