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culture jam - bp music lyrics

[intro: ytb fatt]
(you would fly too if you link up with frenchie)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
i went platinum off makin’ murder music, ‘nother plaque talkin’ ’bout the stove
kick the pot, time to switch the lo’
cho slow down, a hundred p’s, two features a week, p+ssy, i go hard
real stand+up guy, ain’t no pullin’ my card
i’d rather sleep in another n+gga yard
with a k, huh, on zai
f+ckin’ a thick b+tch and she dark
i really got k!llers in new orleans
for a hundred ball, shred the whole coffin
for one+twenty, do it broad day
for one+forty, they’ll creep in your yard
for one+eighty, pay a f+ckin’ visit
for a two hundred ball, they’ll come to your job
squabbled up, take this sh+t back to memphis
free shawty, masked up, pandemic
south memphis, i’ll wash your dishes
i rеally told the labels how i’m livin’
brand+new dеal, seven m’s, two k’s, and a switch come on side me
another diss, i need another chopper
need that paperwork back, let me resign it
my city k!ll, really get shot
police cameras really on my block
n+ggas really dyin’ on my block
the feds really came and swept my block
[verse 2: rob49]
yeah, feds in the street, but i’m still gon’ come
wonder if dude moms know how pack ‘nem come, we be tryna k!ll her son
i been on pimp sh+t, never on simp sh+t, n+gga, i ain’t givin’ b+tches nothin’
think i love you, i ain’t love, i’m l+stin’, once i f+ck, it’s f+ck her, yeah
i’m in the hood all day with a f+ckin’ k, i’m feelin’ safe
i done met the plug myself, flyin’ pounds back from state to state
if the b+tch ain’t freaky, she leavin’, need to call an uber or beat your face
i done been on pills for four months straight, when i stop, i still could taste ’em, yeah
my big cuz can beat the streets, but he’d rather come hate on me
i done f+cked on rapper hoes, b+tch+ass n+gga gotta pay for features
before this sh+t, she was f+ckin’ a bum, but she know big 4 don’t need her, huh
ask the gang, every time i eat, i’m splittin’ my slice of pizza, huh
we the youngest turnt out my city, who pop more sh+t than us?
neck crushed, wrist crushed, and my f+ckin’ ears crushed, huh
i was sellin’ weed growin’ up, now i f+ck on bougie sl+ts, huh
couldn’t fit in the lam’ car so i bought the f+ckin’ truck, huh
said i was broke, he lied, brodie gon’ sleep on his hots

[verse 3: ytb fatt]
pull up, five foxes bounce out
f+ck a rapper, i’ll pay for the feature in flight
lam’ truck, p+ssy pipe slice
in my mansion, k!llers sleep on my couch
i ain’t just turn up my grandma house
p+ssy, i piped up three blocks
i got pimp k to set up the blitz
all he want a shout out on my ‘gram
i got bd to settle the blitz
he a smooth dude, he want a hundred pounds
dq just came home, for a brand+new drac’ and a pound, he’ll walk you down
baby fox done wrecked my ‘vette, i was mad, but this sh+t, can’t allow
[verse 4: rob49]
yeah, i done went bp truck, spent three hundred thousand, i don’t give no f+ck
n+ggas think they trailin’ us, n+gga, it’s bpp, you ain’t trailin’ nothin’
i ain’t tell her no since i met her, every time we link, i give her money
one of my cuz rather claim another game than a n+gga who love him
every time another body drop, i’ma spin the lot
i been prayin’ to god to wash my sins, that’s all allah
i can’t even lied, i thought i died when i got shot
i know n+ggas say it’s smoke, but they stay in the highs
she ain’t freaky, it’s f+ck her, huh
i done went put on my brothers, huh
i f+ck bad hoes on that money, i pull out them racks and she give me that cuddy, huh
i ran out of bread, i ain’t chasin’ no b+tch, i be chasin’ the money
if she cap one time, it’s doner
big 4s get a bad ho, f+ck her

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