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culture candy - take yo chain lyrics

[verse 1: burnkas]
area 51
hysteria if they come
this bullet will make you run
my lyrics will make you dumb
my nuts hit the floor
my nuts hang so low
my briefs ralph lauren
she ride like polo
i got ten hoes
nine glocks sending eight shots
sellin’ racks
i’m in the trap but i ain’t a rat
six packs
five pounds of that sour patch
fourth down
i’m in the field, i might take a kneel
three bullets
have that n-gga running out his heels
two cops
one sh-ll [?]
f-ck the law
i’ll do anything if its illegal
catch an opp
make that n-gga chill with some dead people
been evil
and i’m stuntin’ on ’em like knievel
selling white
i ain’t giving n-ggas no d-mn needle

[verse 2: drownmili]
aye, yuh yuh, aye, yuh yuh, aye, aye, yuh yuh
middle finger up, screamin’ sh-t like “f-ck a sermon”
came up out the trenches with the demons and the vermins
how you ridin’ low, you ridin’ dirty where you swervin’
never had hots, send a shot right at your persons
b-tch i came from nothin’, now i’m feeling like a bat
do it like [?], all i wanted was a check
my foot is on the pedal and the pedal is your neck
so if you on that hater sh-t, nah we ain’t innadat
p-ssy boy you tweaking n-gga we ain’t innadat
twitter finger n-ggas p-ssy on the internet
i got thirty clips up on my hip, get innadat
shippin’ of a ship, my n-gga don’t get into dat
run a n-gga up and now he lookin’ h-lla damp
and my n-ggas shinin’ like some mothaf-ckin’ lamps
stickin’ to the code like some mothaf-ckin’ stamps
and i hold the t-tle like a mothaf-ckin’ champ

[verse 3: zotiyac]
i grab the lp and get this mothaf-ckin’ l
shoot like i’m darrell, we slide on n-ggas the rail
now you get stumped or you get stamped
you better hope the rifle jam
take yo chain’ like oou this my sh-t, n-gga this my jam
put a hand off of a n-gga
then he ran off with his n-ggas
brand new spaz put that boy on his -ss
we don’t stand off with the n-gga
my b-tch can’t talk to no n-ggas
my clique can’t fall for no gimmicks
shots sound like pots and pans, it’s a pan-demic
in the bentley sprintin’, now we got yo mans sprintin’
i’m a schizo like my name jarren benton
i call it klitschko how that k get to hittin’
leave him six low, 7.62s kickin’
where yo b-tch go, i don’t know, i’m indifferent
n-gga ask a name, i don’t know, she ain’t different
the irony, the shots hit his liver, he ain’t livin’
get blue over his rag if the n-gga think he crippin’

[verse 4: k!ll stacy]
[?] it get viscious
venom hit ya system, have you twitchin’, mental illness
really been revealin’ n-ggas’ colors like a building
with the vision of the people like apartheid chillin’
“who the villian?”, i’m the villan, ’cause i got my people itchin’
thinkin’ ’bout the days i ain’t had nothin’, f-ck that feeling
f-ck the wisdom people givin’, come and give me my percentage
if it ain’t about no dollas no can’t holla for a minute
ain’t about to swallow, why you eat my d-ck like dinner
she ain’t ate good in a while and i can tell cause she can’t fit in
tell that b-tch, “get out the crib, go to the gym and get ya fitness”
you should warm up with [?] it cost a ticket
money don’t grow on trees and my patience is nonexistent
extensions [?] it hit you and every witness
and n-ggas who talkin’ sh-t can get hit with no hesi wit it
totin the desi, hittin, it blow you, it leave you winded n-gga

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