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da broski kay - judas lyrics

(intro)
people talking under there breath but won’t speak it with there chest if u love me u gotta prove it i done hurd it from the best my soul be hurting from all this pain i ain’t got another tear left if u wanna scuffle then let’s do it b-tch u know where i be at

(verse1)
these people don’t know sh-t bout a n-gga but wanna speak all on my name how bout we shoot up your moma house or leave that b-tch burning in flames
ima rider f-ck the ops i hearing voices in my brain
you ain’t no k!ller boy you a p-ssy b-tch you ain’t never had no training
i’m sorry momma for all this pain but i gotta make it out this hole the devil be creeping inside my room telling me to let it go i got some n-ggas who want the word i want to tell em let it blow they got kids to need to eat it’s just 5k to send you home

(ch0r-s)
yeah 215 278 that’s what the l1ck read you better be about this sh-t when the hit leaks you f-cking nasty -ss hoes my glock a big freak
where you from boy i heard that’s a b-tch street
i just want to tell you i ain’t lacking with it zae harley that’s my dog u know that n-gga packing with me
i cut you off and keep it moving if u acting different i know they mad because i’m up i came from rags to riches

(verse 2)
i been cool with way to many i had to cut my circle small
i got a pistol for all n-ggas who be claiming that they hard
bang that sh-t around me b-tch my lil homie will knock you off
ion bang but truth be told no gta i’m all stars
i had a run in with the law i fled the scene so what they caught me
you n-ggas stayed like some lil b-tchs just negotiation and talking
i rolled off screaming thug life f-ck you b-tchs and them charges
i had to change the way i live oh girl was pregnant with my daughter
you n-ggas authors you ain’t rappers u just know how to tell a story
you n-ggas lamer then a b-tch i swear on god these hoes be corny
i ain’t got no friends my moma said that they ain’t for me ion wanna kick it get out my face b-tch and that’s your only warning

(ch0r-s )
yeah 215 278 that’s what the l1ck read you better be about this sh-t when the hit leaks you f-cking nasty -ss hoes my glock a big freak
where you from boy i heard that’s a b-tch street
i just want to tell you i ain’t lacking with it zae harley that’s my dog u know that n-gga packing with me
i cut you off and keep it moving if u acting different
i know they mad because i’m up i came from rags to riches
yeah

- da broski kay lyrics

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