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d rose off gg - telly in chicago lyrics

[intro]
it’s kosfinger baby

[verse 1]
opp shot, one dead, wa gwan, so we hitting his top
big block , big gun, big nine, and i’m aiming for tops
one gone, one dead, rock bed, so don’t play you get chopped
got led, no pen, past tense, how they put me on top?
i’m like, uh (ayo cig, woo)
got this big body ima back it up
man they talk on computers can’t back up it
why you showing addys b+tch you green as f+ck
we got beaucoup bullets we gone hit ’em up
uh we gone hit ’em up
i told little shorty just get the f+ck
n+ggas ain’t ’bout it just talkin’ stuff
uh, they like “ima shoot up these n+ggas broad daylight”
uh, get right know i’m getting this cheese so get right
uh, hang tight so i’m tilting my head so hang tight
uh, on sight so we booming them n+ggas it’s on sight
uh get the bag, n+ggas green, on the scene
man them n+ggas get popped
n+ggas mad, not my team, blowing steam
what the f+ck is an opp
beanie jean, not lover, never seen
i don’t f+ck with no thot
breaking streams, faking streams, making streams
n+ggas faker than thoughts

- d rose off gg lyrics

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