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bigsmokechapo - snatch his purse lyrics

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[intro: bigsmokechapo, fluhkunxhkos]
yeah, yeah, yeah
atm, atm, atm
whoop
hop out with them gl!cks, sticks
hkunxhkos
b+tch
you know how the f+ck i’m bomin’, man, rich slime gang sh+t, n+gga
bigsmoke f+cking chapo, n+gga
gang

[chorus: fluhkunxhkos, bigsmokechapo]
i’m riding down taylor, swervin’, servin’
i don’t trust these n+ggas, these n+ggas too nervous
my young n+ggas knock sh+t off on purpose
catch his favorite rapper lacking, then sn+tch his purse
n+ggas tough on the ‘gram but really hoes in person
mobbin’ down your block, all my young n+ggas purging
sliding through your block, all my young n+ggas lurking
in the trap spot and this sh+t ain’t friendly
[?] with some bags in this b+tch
don’t got sh+t but sticks in this b+tch
might f+ck around, send a l!ck in this b+tch
i just [?], like ten bands a fit
i don’t trust your hoe, i’ma f+ck her with the gl!ck
i’m in la with lil’ lone in some margiela sh+t
i just pray to allah for a motherf+cking brick
[verse: fluhkunxhkos, bigsmokechapo]
if i get down bad i’ma hit another l!ck
run down on a n+gga, quickdraw, take his sh+t
still sweating on the stove while i whip my wrist
been getting money, i ain’t worried ’bout a b+tch
rich slime the only gang, n+gga, f+ck your clique
still serving [?] while i’m totin’ my stick
f+ckn+gga it’s up
run down, quickdraw, give that sh+t up
run down on a n+gga, put that fire on a n+gga, pick his ass up
[?] break, i been layin’ on a n+gga for some months
just ran out of drank, hit him with the robitussin
smack his ahh with the fire ’til he got a concussion
got a beam [?]
got some young n+ggas with me ready to wrap a n+gga up
[?]
on gang

[chorus: fluhkunxhkos, bigsmokechapo]
i’m riding down taylor, swervin’, servin’
i don’t trust these n+ggas, these n+ggas too nervous
my young n+ggas knock sh+t off on purpose
catch his favorite rapper lacking, then sn+tch his purse
n+ggas tough on the ‘gram but really hoes in person
mobbin’ down your block, all my young n+ggas purging
sliding through your block, all my young n+ggas lurking
in the trap spot and this sh+t ain’t friendly
[?] with some bags in this b+tch
don’t got sh+t but sticks in this b+tch
might f+ck around, send a l!ck in this b+tch
i just [?], like ten bands a fit
i don’t trust your hoe, i’ma f+ck her with the gl!ck
i’m in la with lil’ lone in some margiela sh+t
i just pray to allah for a motherf+cking brick



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