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c.rose - riot lyrics

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[chorus]
we ain’t rapping on drugs no more, what the f+ck can they say?
hop out, aim sh+t out in broad day
f+cking a b+tch, ain’t no way i can stay
say you my opp but you ain’t go no pay
sign like you always too much on your plate
.19 in my jeans, now i go on a date
goofy opp died with his gun on his waist
i’ma catch me a beat, throw that sh+t in the lake

i been coulda told you all the opps was lame
i been coulda told you all the opps was gay
keep on thinking sh+t sweet, until ar’s in the face
i been laughing, sh+t, how the f+ck is this a race?
b+tch keep blowing my line up, i think she laced
can’t never be scared, put n+ggas in they place
know i’m leaving sh+t, why the [?] tryna chase?
(on bro)

n+ggas laced, where the f+ck is y’all head at?
f+ck a hug, i’ma ask where that head at
[?]
5 deep, slashing drill sh+t like a h+llcat
n+ggas police, tryna bump [?]
[?]
don’t hit my phone tryna f+ck if your ass flat
we got the city on lock, n+ggas stamp that

- c rose lyrics

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