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bigg dree - narcos lyrics

[verse 1: bigg dre]
catching bodies back to back in this rap sh-t
my phone jumpin it be buzzing in this trap sh-t
selling work, 9 to 5, that’s a crack shift
money long, count it back to back like a back flip
as a youngin i was told never snitch and tell
you get caught suck it up and make your bed in jail
sd my lil bro, he get it rockin n-gg-
yc line you up for outta pocket n-gg-s
since the youth i was always told stack chips
it help me out, now im eating like a fat b-tch
these b-tches set you up for thinking that you that slick
you get caught but it wasn’t you, now that’s a catfish
i got homies in the grave and some still stackin
i got homies in pa and they will clap it
i got homies in va and they will sn-tch it
nj, my hometown, n-gg- been real action
and we stay turning up from the fifth to the fifth
calling all our drugs straight cuz they come from the sixth
f-cking ya b-tch, f-cked ya ex, i’m just gloving your b-tch
i’m the dude from superbad i’m mcloving your b-tch
chopper sh-lls that be dumpin at your back door
you ain’t coppin, what the f-ck you in the trap for
she suckin d-ck, what you think she on my lap for
no lil herb but i’m always giving n-gg-s crack flow
and you n-gg-s know how i do, when i pull up its like a sp-ceship behind you, time 2

[verse 2: sdfrmdao]
all my n-gg-s outside, running back toss
clap on, light switch, we gon get him off
poker leave a n-gg- open like he randy moss
this .40 gettin fired, ima f-ckin boss
hold up, f-ck that, let me switch it up
i run up on him in all black, i’m like give it up
and once these shots h-t you up, you ain’t gettin up
i’m in the field throwing bullets like i’m andrew luck
i’m sick of b-tch n-gg-s tryna twitter thug
i got a deuce deuce n-gg- and i keep it tuck
bullets like goose goose, boy you better duck
cuz once these shots h-t you up boy you outta luck
12 just pulled me over and i’m f-ckin drunk
but f-ck a dui, just don’t check the trunk
cuz i ain’t got a basketball, but i got a pump
and fly got the opps running like they forest gump
every since a youngin it was man up
pole to his face, put ya hands up
enough bullets to hit you and your mans up
and now your b-tch on my d-ck she call me handsome
and now your b-tch on my d-ck she like please c-m
n-gg-s die everyday, that’s just where i’m from
shoutout to that b-tch green, man he lost a lung
ain’t sh-t sweet, p-ssy better grab a gun
bullets chew his -ss up like some bubble gum
all my n-gg-s oto and we ain’t for nun
and if a n-gg- think we are then try somethin
s.o.n the lifestyle, somethin outta nothin n-gg-

- bigg dree lyrics

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