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e-mag – action freestyle ft t$upreme lyrics

emag on the beat

that boy is a b+tch he is not a thug
i got his b+tch bust it on the rug
i got a bl!ck and i keep it tucked
i’m a big dog little boy you a pug
you could get popped if a n+gga run up
n+gga run up leave him wet like water
say thanks to her dad cause i’m f+cking his daughter
and you say you ain’t toting lil n+gga you oughta
walk in the spot toting on that gl!ck
i got like 40 sitting in the clip
i got the 40 wrapped around my hip
i bought a birkin bag for my b+tch
i ain’t talking poker but i need my chips
n+gga run up grrt to his lip
n+gga run up slide on his clique
his b+tch wanna f+ck bring her to the crib
said i’m in the club throwing all them 100s
pull out the bl!ck got yo boy running
that boy did the dash 12 he him running
i pulled out a stack got yo homie bumming
i’m in the club n+gga still stunting
post on the block like who want it
i’m at the top i ain’t talking summit
n+gga run up he get hit with that rahhh
t$upreme
i bet wе gone toe tag wit a strap
i bet wе knock a n+gga off the map i pull up & f+ck a b+tch in that scat
i pull up & f+ck a b+tch from the back
that n+gga savin hoes get a cape
that n+gga cuffin hoes can’t relate
that n+gga conversatin wit the jakes
can’t wait til i’m up swervin in a wraith
you could get shot in the head like a kennedy
i spent a bag on ma fit is you kiddin me
you not ma n+gga i clap at the enemies
hunnid round clip & it look like a centipede
i catch a opp & i swear imma run down
my n+ggas slide wit the clips when the sundown
you jackin swag so i guess you ma son now
you ain’t gon shoot p+ssy boy put the pump down
i f+ck a b+tch & i nut she get kicked out
no we not lackin i swear we got bl!cks out
he keep on dissin we pullin the sticks out
like it’s a p+rno we bringin them d+cks out
he rockin fila h+ll naw you ain’t dripped out
she got that wap i was f+ckin it slipped out
pull up on him & i see what his clique bout
they used to clown me i guess i’m the sh+t now

emag
that boy is a b+tch he is not a thug
i got his b+tch bust it on the rug
i got a bl!ck and i keep it tucked
i’m a big dog little boy you a pug
you could get popped if a n+gga run up
n+gga run up leave him wet like water
say thanks to her dad cause i’m f+cking his daughter
and you say you ain’t toting lil n+gga you oughta
walk in the spot toting on that gl!ck
i got like 40 sitting in the clip
i got the 40 wrapped around my hip
i bought a birkin bag for my b+tch
i ain’t talking poker but i need my chips
n+gga run up grrt to his lip
n+gga run up slide on his clique
his b+tch wanna f+ck bring her to the crib
said i’m in the club throwing all them 100s
pull out the bl!ck got yo boy running
that boy did the dash 12 he him running
i pulled out a stack got yo homie bumming
i’m in the club n+gga still stunting
post on the block like who want it
i’m at the top i ain’t talking summit
n+gga run up he get hit with that rahhh

- e mag lyrics

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