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brown_guy - guess who's bak lyrics

i ain’t with that talking sh+t, show me where that bag at/
all my n+ggas shooters we gon’ turn this b+tch to mad max/
pull up game r+t+rded catch me where your mom and dad at/
have the block in yellow tape and n+ggas rocking hazmats/
you know why we in this b+tch, you ain’t gotta ask that/
if you tryna see tomorrow show me where the cash at/
get you put inside a box and you ain’t tryna have that/
ain’t no need to pitch a fit or you’ll be with the last cat/
wrapped inside a plastic bag and smelling like some ass crack/
washed up in the river in the city where the fiends go/
have you fertilizing while i’m coughing off the weed smokе/
i just popped a zan plus i’m sick and need dope/
bars are likе a martian on some please just let me breath ho/
shawty started gagging when i showed her how to deepthroat/
told her take it all and don’t be worried ’bout the peephole/
all my n+ggas strapped and they gon’ wait until we leave ho/
they gon show they loyalty regardless of the circumstance/
better tell that n+gga watch his mouth or we gon’ murk his ass/
n+ggas lurking and they running up on anything/
we don’t do this sh+t for nothing we do it to conceal the pain/
just a product of my mama and the city blocks/
breaking down a zip into nothing but some fifty rocks/
b+tches love me cuz they love the way i diddy bop/
im really hot you n+ggas is really tw+t/
i be down in little italy doing diddly squat, woah/
i beg your pardon i’m harden when on my two step/
too def n+gga pump that fluid in your brake line/
i’m sorry god but n+ggas who wanna take mine/
will get they body mangled and twisted inside of tape lines/
that’s what you get for listening to the grapevine/
i’m taking home your b+tch and f+cking her to the bassline/
i been the illest and n+ggas you ain’t on the level he/
cleverly, smashes these puppies get on my pedigree/
steadily, homie be thinking that he ahead of me/
until he getting knocked off youngin done tore his block off/
stuck in that hot sauce n+ggas be gettin edgy/
that forty giving n+ggas a wedgie right where they head be/
you smoking reggie, we smoking loud/
but that drum is for the war you said that you ready for/
that n+gga said he raw now he naked and in awe/
cuz we done kicked down his door and put his face in the floor/
and made him open up the safe so we could make a withdraw/
that n+gga swore he was hard and now he praying to god, lets go!
yeah, you know who the f+ck it is n+gga!!
ctg, 2021 …..lets get it

- brown_guy lyrics

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