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cobo75 - 40 still bangin lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, aj, you mixed? run that sh+t back)
he tryna set you up, b
come find, ayo, bring this b+tch+ass n+gga over here, b
i know this n+gga, he tryna set me up
what’s up, man?
fear in this motherf+cker too, man
so what’s goin’ on, man? i’m hearin’ things
put your hands down, man (we don’t honor no snitch)
put your f+ckin’ hands down
everything ain’t alright, man?
i ain’t neither

[verse]
you reach, i teach
get hit with the k and this b+tch go off like fan (brr)
grew up over east, did a lot in the streets
that sh+t’ll turn you to man (a man)
my shooters beast, bet you be deceased ku ‘nem bail out that van (come here)
play and die what i’m sayin’, reroute, change of plan
i’m focused on paper, still’ll chase you, face you, quick to his maker (fah, fah)
we ride with chops and mops, get hit in your top, he prayin’ for savior
slidin’ back to back in different ‘cats, them goofy n+ggas can’t take us (d+mn)
war time, mick died on front line, that boy was a brave one (fah, fah)
that boy was a brave one
yeah, that’s true, but his boys couldn’t save him (nah)
hop out and chase him (fah), hit him from the back, he fall, then blaze him (come here)
think god’ll take him, or replace him, or remake him (yeah)
never get identities mistaken, we slide with dracs like haitians
me and mine, we trained to drill, y’all n+ggas trained to squeal (d+mn)
i got so much pain to heal, i’m lookin’ tryna gain a mill’
never lack, got stainless steel (fah)
you forty, you bangin’ still? (d+mn)
out there with your son (fah), hit you up, knock him off trainin’ wheels
you out there with no gun, goofy, you wanna be a gang for real (goofy)
n+ggas out here gettin’ no funds, they think it’s a game for real (for real)
out there tryna run, nah, my shooters got aim for real
he doin’ this sh+t for fun, he don’t got a name for real
say he in the field playin’ ball, really lame as h+ll (lame)
woofin’ like he really involved, i can’t tell
these days they don’t go by the laws, free bro out the cell (free ’em)
r.i.p. to all of mine in heaven or h+ll (amen)
most of you n+ggas is snitches and hoes, the streets ain’t got no codes (for real)
ride through your block grippin’ the poles, just tryna take a soul (bah, bah, bah)
get hit in your top for dissin’ wop, the case closed (brr)
glocks and switches and mops, we play with those (brr)
switch on a glizzy, get hit on your strip, i unload with a fifty
you know we get busy, i don’t want you to fear me, i want you to hear me
drop an eight in a simply, i can’t sleep, that’s tana in me (tana)
and you know who with me, lil dre in the back and he blow ’til it’s empty (bah, bah)
leave that for another day
catch him from the front, i’ma come from the another way (easy)
give mick’ ‘nem another day
he forty and bangin’? had to get him out the way
nah, we ain’t come to play (nah), you a runaway, should’ve stayed in the house today
should’ve laid with your spouse today
on bad terms? should’ve laid on the couch today (for real)
but now let’s talk about money, y’all broke, down bad, so bummy (bummy)
nah, it ain’t been funny, they starvin’, ain’t eatin’, just look at his tummy (just look)
you wanna rob me, you gotta pop me, lil’ n+gga, don’t run up on me (bah)
got one up on me and swizzy is filled with a lot of gummies (brr)

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