cvelezz2 - "24" (ft. chris velez) lyrics
(intro)
(gang)
(big 3l)
(gdg n+gga stop playin with em)
(chorus)
i done came up once before, let’s go
when it took me a loss, d+mn, just like a man
n+gga don’t want no smoke with me
imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
n+gga be talking all they sh+t like they really bout paper, but they ain’t never seen 24 bands
got a pocket with a rocket
imma catch me a body
whole clique from the boss
really came from the sand
(verse 1)
i was just in d (?)
tryna hit me a l!ck, let’s go
windows tinted, 5%
ain’t see then hit
when i ride through thе hood
put a goal right here
if they think about snitching
b+tch, i’m a dеmon
all of my brothers got choppas and (?)
and i don’t need a reason
big 3l, might just f+ck out the season
for all of them nights, we still on the bleachers
(?) my n+gga, yeah, we made it from nothing
i’m nothing but (?), we stuck on the block
tryna to find us a dime, to jiggle or sum
n+gga done fell off once, but i hopped back on
i don’t want your love, i just need (?) gone
b+tch, i’m from texas, throwing up 3 for the (?)
we don’t talk about beef
we just leave em on stretchers
(gang, gang, f+ck em)
(imma talk my sh+t regardless, n+gga)
(by any means)
(i don’t care who f+cking with me, big 3l, big dawg, gdg)
(gang 4x)
(chorus)
i done came up once before, let’s go
when it took me a loss, d+mn, just like a man
n+gga don’t want no smoke with me
imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
n+gga be talking all they sh+t like they really bout paper, but they ain’t never seen 24 bands
got a pocket with a rocket
imma catch me a body
whole clique from the boss
really came from the sand
(verse 2)
really came from the mud
i been slanging them drugs
i might pop up a four, k!ll a n+gga just because
if i took them from you
then come get it in blood
hit it with no mask on
i be high as a b+tch
cause that gas strong
they won’t f+ck with my last song
play with the gang
send a diss, get your ass gone
(?) cause they know i got the pack on
b+tch, they all be competing with me
i got more sales than songs
i can’t love on no b+tch
i told her “i’m sorry”
just me and myself
so i’m clutching this .40
(bow, bow, bow, bow)
now a f+ck n+gga dead
b+tch, i don’t want to f+ck
i want me some head
now y’all gotta eat, cause the whole team fed
i might k!ll a n+gga, cause i only see red
(chorus)
i done came up once before, let’s go
when it took me a loss, d+mn, just like a man
n+gga don’t want no smoke with me
imma slide through the block, blow em all like a fan
n+gga be talking all they sh+t like they really bout paper, but they ain’t never seen 24 bands
got a pocket with a rocket
imma catch me a body
whole clique from the boss
really came from the sand
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