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dj cas3y - run your mouth lyrics

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a lotta’ n+ggas talk they sh+t and end up gettin’ they wigs split
it’s m.c. mack, a n+gga known for smackin’, jackin’ crackerjacks
buster+ass n+gga, run your mouth, and get your ass blowed off
watch me put my ski+mask on, c+ck my gat back, trick, now drop it off
lames get buried quick, and tricks that try to test they nuts get stuffed and zipped up in a body bag
to let you know your ass been had
flaugin’ weak+ass n+ggas look and throwin’ up the wrong sign
i’m starin’ at ’em like they jako, b+tch, you ain’t no friend of mine

(one+one)
one to the motherf+ckin’ two
motherf+ckin’ three, what the f+ck you gonna’ do?
to a pimpin’ ass n+gga, spittin’ game to the hoes
smokin’ on a sack, in the ‘lac, with the vogues (what the f+ck you gonna’ do?)

tommy wright a n+gga from 4 corners that ain´t got sh+t
ain´t never gon´ be sh+t never gon´ have sh+t ´till i leave up of this b+tch
what do i do?
put in work
got to do dirt ´till the day i die
can´t get a job with a [?] down my back on the track is why i stay alive (what the f+ck you gonna’ do?)
victim number 50
might be more might be less
got some kryptonite in my bullets for that vest on your chest
i´m that n+gga that never sleep
always lookin for some trouble
do my stain get in the wind screaming do is making me burn rubber
shoot a stupid sucker in a minute, don’t you give a f+ck about another n+gga, if he’s bigger you should cap his ass
n+gga like the mac’ll smack a n+gga like a n+gga smack a b+tch, you cluckers, stain a buster
smackin’, crackin’ n+ggas dome with the handle of my chrome
so now you wishin’ you didn’t run your liquor, n+gga, like we poppin’ cone
see, once again, i got to show these lemons who they dealin’ with
don’t play me weak or soft, ’cause all my n+ggas keep a f+ckin’ yalk
classified as lemon peelers, let’s make a stang, shoot that thang
like crunchy said, you stupid hoes
easy come and easy go
ayo, once again, its on
a lotta’ n+ggas talk they sh+t and end up gettin’ they wigs split
it’s m.c. mack, a n+gga known for smackin’, jackin’ crackerjacks
buster+ass n+gga, run your mouth, and get your ass blowed off
watch me put my ski+mask on, c+ck my gat back, trick, now drop it off
lames get buried quick, and tricks that try to test they nuts get stuffed and zipped up in a body bag
to let you know your ass been had
flaugin’ weak+ass n+ggas look and throwin’ up the wrong sign
i’m starin’ at ’em like they jako, b+tch, you cluckers, stain a buster

one to the motherf+ckin’ two
motherf+ckin’ three, what the f+ck you gonna’ do?
to a pimpin’ ass n+gga, spittin’ game to the hoes
smokin’ on a sack, in the ‘lac, with the vogues (one to the + one to the)
one to the motherf+ckin’ two
motherf+ckin’ three, what the f+ck you gonna’ do?

- dj cas3y lyrics

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