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cloutbanga - 1738 lyrics

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mm, nah, turn that up, young 17, nah
make n+gga opp do a squat , no diddy kick me a chase , or just really get whimmy
r.i.p. nunu, i’m stayin’ on 50 back on that block while i stay on my sitchy
like, why is he dissin’ my block? like, what, just get off my c+ck

i f+ck wit some makks but the other one shot and we move back on that block, tryna take
off his top like, why they dissin’ on nunu
like, bro, i’m the trend tryna shoot you
you gettin’ too close, like, n+gga, i knew you

i fl!ck on my mans, don’t you think i won’t shoot you
you smokin’ on who? n+gga, never i’ma slide through that block, any weather
it’s gon’ be a day y’all gon ‘ always remember like, they throwin’ shots, i go back to the
sweater no, i’m not from the 9, but you know i’m a

creep i dump for my b+tch, i can do your sh+t
sweet ain’t got the map, more i slide with the
heat throwin’ shots in designer , this hoodie ain’t
cheap if i can’t get a call imma call up,the hound

like, this sh+t get deeper than music and
rap don’t try to run, i’ma aim for your cap
and if i get up close, you get hit with the scap
if i throwin’ shots, you get hit in your top

we rush this sh+t, we gon’ bust through your pot
how would you scheme if she callin’ the cops
we run out from cleaners, so we got the mop

- cloutbanga lyrics

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