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chuuwee & trizz - location, location lyrics

[verse 1: trizz]
gotta can with an 8th in it
pockets deep wit some cake in it
say u gone smoke but u ain’t cuz you can’t hit it
and if you lit then it’s prolly cuz tre did it
hop out the whip some b-tches
me and my n-ggas don’t party we kick it
stay in cut cuz you n-ggas be trippin
be actin like women be all in yo feelins
i cut thru the tension
trip when it’s beef n-ggas all up in my kitchen
jumpin when they on twitter but in person n-ggas flinchin
makin threats on net, like they ready for a k!llin
stay around n-ggas who done laid down n-ggas
wild as a b-tch like a a-town n-gga
you act like a b-tch putcho face down n-gga
rappers wear skirts and they g-y now n-gga

[hook: trizz]
n-ggas ain’t wit it i swear
show off n sh-t n-ggas act like i care
pull up we be everywhere
tweet where i’m at my location is shared, where?
show me i betchu he scared
shoot me his addy it’s nothin i’m there
you n-ggas ain’t wit i swear
you n-ggas ain’t gangsta, you n-ggas is square
n-ggas ain’t wit it i swear
show off n sh-t n-ggas act like i care
pull up we be everywhere
tweet where i’m at my location is shared, where?
show me i betchu he scared
shoot me his addy it’s nothin i’m there
you n-ggas ain’t wit i swear
you n-ggas ain’t gangsta, you n-ggas is square

[verse 2: chuuwee]
i think i should let a muf-cka know
i’m goin for the gusto i’m bringin home gold
you post subliminals n-gga f-ck those
be a man b-tch hit me up on my touch tone
n-gga what shut the f-ck up take yo -ss on
salty and soft like a bacon wrapped scone
too hard for radio i’m taking that throne
standing on spines and i’m breaking back bones
i’m bracking nad narcs had wires on the phone
el chez bust more knocks than a morse code
remorse mode i ain’t wanna do em that cold
who is that who is that? you a bad hoe
i’m in the dashboard trippin on the suicide cam
hearing voices and i can’t tell who are my friends
‘scuse me as i continue moving that globe
gotta tell em don’t snort me ’cause chuuwee that dope

[verse 3: sahtyre]
middle fingers in the air
cops k!llin n-ggas everywhere
you worried bout me smoking marijuana
i’m worried bout you choking eric garner
run up on coppers like “ah, ah” n-gga gotcha
long live chris dorner
death before dishonor
shoulda prolly kissed momma goodbye when u saw her
i’m bout to go suicide bomber on obama
imagine it’s your daughter in a trashbag
m-th-f-ck a instagram hashtag
been lynching n-ggas since granddad
now they still lynching n-ggas look at sandra bland, d-mn
rip to the man
f-ck this is make me understand
they say that the sword ain’t as mighty as pens
but if that whas yo family it prolly depends m-th-f-cker

- chuuwee trizz lyrics

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