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cyraq - promotion lyrics

[intro: charlie murphy]
b+tch!
things, like, escalated to the point where
you know, my man got too familiar
and i ended up having to whip his ass
man you know, because, you know
he stepped across the line
habitually, he’s a habitual line stepper

[verse: cyraq]
glock 26 finna show his emotions
get put on a shirt if you want a promotion
walk in the party i’m strapped like a trojan
mug, imma wet this ho up to a ocean
boy you gon die better stop trynna fight
n+gga i sleep with the glock every night
you popped like bacon or sugar and rice
gotta new opp b+tch and i f+cked like twice
imma shoot if you think i’m a punching bag
n+gga swing in the party we stomp his ass
boy i’m cleaning the ho like a laundry mat
he can’t come to the hood we gon punk his ass
up with the ar make him suck on the titty
just like a guitar imma rock with the glizzy
i’m trippin, i’m spinnin, we bustin, we chasin the witness
he died on the freeway he finished
we gon put a beam on him while he at work
this n+gga p+ssy lil bro finna squirt
ran off on a white boy he called me a jerk
glock 26 this ain’t no nerf
my chinese b+tch gon eat me with chopsticks
and n+gga my favorite sister a opp b+tch
try to drive by and get shot in the c+ckpit
k!ll a n+gga, shoot guns, so die b+tch
birds dissin and i won’t let it fly b+tch
ion question so you don’t gotta lie b+tch
see, imma head shot him and my b+tch
don’t ask for my gun you ain’t touchin my sh+t
fresh off a l!ck with a band in my pocket
i’m pumpin the gas with my hand in my pocket
i’ll be on her later imma shoot like the rockets
i just f+cked yo b+tch and i’m breakin her wallet
glock on my hip got em bouncin like titties
for roachin get put in the air like a pigeon
me and eric tote 30s pull up and get silly
on bloods i’ll slap me a n+gga like nipsey
we finna shoot put the dice on his head
cyraq with a bag put a price on his head
kidnap yo partna and chop off his leg
pull up with a choppa we choppin his dreads
you gon teleport when my n+ggas hop out
boy no education you finna drop out
in a party get shot, or get knocked out
go get a toaster i’m finna pop out
please don’t die for actin too bold
and i’m still gon slide when i’m real real old
it’s a drum on a glock or a d+ck in this ho
i ain’t answer the phone cuz yo b+tch in this ho
[outro: cyraq]
b+tch! (p+ssy!)
(gun shot noises)

- cyraq lyrics

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