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confusing guy – how different states rap 2 lyrics

how different states rap 2 lyrics
[intro]
your ass goofy as h+ll on my son, shortie
on my kids, on my soul, shortie
your ass trippin´ on fonem, boy (get on that, rico)
get on yo ass
your ass tweakin´ on bro
your ass goofy, shortie, on bro, shortie
on my son, shortie, on my soul
on fonem, boy

[verse 1]
fonem posted up oustide with brand new bl!cks, they ready to drill
ready to ride, i’m one of the guys, shortie, you tweakin, you ain’t in the field
i ain’t goin’ for none, if i get on yo ass you better think fast cause i’m ready to k!ll
i’m known to just blast, won´t question your ass, on my soul get blown to the pack for real
big fat got k!lled in the gangway
sweet tooth should’ve died with a milkshake
smoked christian, he diеd on a sunday
don’t see the bullets that i got in yo d+mn face
i’m likе ¨n+gga, what? who did what to me?¨
i put goofies on the news plan but load the magazine
goofy now bro when bro got smoked yo goofy ass ran on one the guys
can’t [?] where it’s crackin’ at, don’t wolf, yo ass gon’ die
i could rock sh+t, imma slide i still done business every time
ay, you love a thot, you stupid, boy
smokin on this ruca, boy
shootin’ sh+t like luka, bruh
lean in and i’m shootin, bro
[verse 2]
these vvs diamonds, i feel like poseidon, my jewelry is wet cause i’m lit
i could prove all of you want me just show me you love me, spent 56 thousand on drip
i just bought one of my b+tches givenchy
keep money and mindin’ my business
right now i’m getting these commas
my b+tch don’t say period
don´t got time for a sentence
now with these tiddies i’m dryin them up
and all of my n+ggas on roll
took a shot but it go in her throat
and bullets is hitting his coat
f+ck the bread, we makin’ a toast
for [?]
i knew every rapper would dm my ex
they knew every bullet go straight through his mans
i shot him he thought there would be a chance
and gucci and louis and prada givenchy and coochie and money and guns, oh yeah
she suckin’ my d+ck when she with me, she suckin’ my d+ck when she with me
she suckin’ my d+ck ’til it’s sticky

[verse 3]
designer glock came from europe, survive a shot then you lucky
your cuh got k!lled in memphis, they find his head in kentucky
they think i’m havin’ s+x, i be quick to bust if you touch me
slidin sh+t for the mercy, catchin bodies ain’t nothin
yo b+tch just sucked my d+ck, ‘fore she was just callin me ugly
fam never even love me, now everybody my cousin
uncle rodger shot a deer, i’m in memphis drinking beer
i don’t be believing n+ggas, they be lyin’ in they lyrics
choppa hit him in his leg, the bullet travel to his arm
before i buy a n+gga lean let’s shake it up like bella th+rne
totin’ pistols at 11, we was [?] poster boys
she like my new veneers, that’s how [?]
this sh+t could get deadly, you know i’m a felon
i’m keepin my weapon, get struck if you catch me
we wet em like water, bustin’ his belly
wanna be like ¨somethin new?¨ now he ready spaghetti

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