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blac youngsta - no reason lyrics

[intro]
yeah
ayy, yeah
uh
what up? b+tch
yeah

[verse]
these young n+ggas dyin’ for no reason (reason)
this that k!ller season (gang)
they let go the shine for no reason (reason)
i let go the nine for no reason (hrrt)
i k!ll ’em by the bleachers (yeah)
i’m stuck with the lions and the creatures (lions and the creatures)
ain’t no need for callin’ for no feature (uh)
that gon’ cost a fortune, you know that low+fat meat’ll get greasy (gang, gang)
same n+ggas done crossed me out a million times, i swear they need me (yeah)
i done beat the block down, got my work off when i had a beeper (on god)
never would i take somethin’ from my dog, not even a slice of pizza (never)
and i never cross the g code, i’m the one that’s tryna feed you (g code)
and they shake your hand ‘fore they take you out, that’s how shooters greet you (hrrt)
young n+ggas thirsty, they on a mission and they tryna eat you
i done got too busy for broke+ass n+ggas, it’s hard to reach me (b+tch)
fresh as a b+tch on the red carpet, i done caught the amnesia (woo)
every time you play with me, somebody die, i’m tryna teach you (he dead)
and i pray to god, i wipe my sins away when i talk to jesus (yeah)
i’m willing to go to war with any n+gga playin’ with the family
i put that mac+11 to your head, make you have a seizure (dear god)
my lil’ dog, he just caught a murder case in alabama (alabama)
i’m willing to put whatever up for him, he gotta beat it
homicide
every time i spin the block, somebody uncle die (baow, baow)
n+ggas don’t want the smoke, swear to god, they commit suicide (skrrt)
my young n+gga k!llin’ sh+t, he the goat, but he got bull eyes (yeah)
i’m out in traffic with a fully loaded screamin’, “do or die”
n+ggas playin’ middleman, but one day they gotta pick a side (pick a side)
we never go for that woofin’ sh+t, that’s how they n+ggas died (n+ggas died)
went on a mission, not payin’ attention how my hitter died (ayy)
i was a young n+gga, but i spin the block soon as my cousin died (ayy)
i’m movin’ different, i gave the game out, i can memorize (memorize)
i gotta make it home, so i keep my pistol in the ride
y’all n+ggas b+tches, i don’t believe n+ggas ’cause they tellin’ lies (tellin’ lies)
i kept it real as f+ck, but they fake, so they can’t recognize
all that rap sh+t televised (televised)
ain’t gon’ stop k!llin’ all them f+ck n+ggas ’til i’m satisfied (gang, gang)
got the lord in me, when i get mad, got the devil eyes (on god)
ain’t gon’ stop puttin’ on for my guys because i love my guys (i swear to god)
yeah, i’d do anything for my guys
n+ggas talk that gangster sh+t, but i swear i won’t let it slide
i got a gangster b+tch, but i swear to god she ready to ride
homicide, homicide, yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout homicide
these young n+ggas dyin’ for no reason (reason, reason, reason, reason)
these young n+ggas trappin’ for no reason (reason, reason, reason, reason)
these young n+ggas clappin’ for no reason (reason, reason, reason, reason)
these young n+ggas robbin’ for no reason (yeah)
these young n+ggas dyin’ for no reason (gang, gang)
this that k!ller season (gang)
i’m talkin’ ’bout dyin’ for no reason (gang)
these young n+ggas trappin’ for no reason (gang)
this that trap season (gang, gang)
i’m talkin’ ’bout trappin’ for no reason (trap, trap)

- blac youngsta lyrics

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