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e.s.g. - fuck ya'll lyrics

(-talking-)
gangsta sh-t, that sh-t n-ggas don’t wanna hear about
that sh-t, make hoe n-ggas run in the house
hide up under the table, know i’m tal’n bout
we finna expose you b-tch -ss n-ggas
we in this motherf-cker, (ses) here it go

[brandon stacks]
in this game it ain’t no friends, it’s just foes and snitches
hoes and b-tches, all of em out to get riches
if i had three wishes, what would i do where would i go
to a place far away, where n-ggas can’t act hoe
is that right bro oh that’s fa sho, we in the do’
toe to toe blow for blow, letting you fake n-ggas know
that we ain’t going nowhere, you n-ggas stuck with us
and i put that on my mama, your cl!ck can’t f-ck with us
cause uh we keep it gangsta, n-gga we keep it gangsta
i never turn my back on my partnas, now that’s a w-nksta
to everybody that helped me, i’d like to thank ya
show love to my people, oh n-gga that’s gangsta

[hook – 2x]
these n-ggas, wanna take my life dog
why n-ggas in the streets, so shife dog
n-ggas gotta play the game, get it right dog
k!ll me h-ll naw, by any means f-ck y’all

[e.s.g.]
i keep it gutter and dirty, like some crackhead drawas
n-ggas hating on e.s.g., i’m busting back at y’all
like d-mn i miss my dogs, like weezy say
like todd and yo-yo, half you other n-ggas g-y
you very nothing -ss n-ggas, there’s a pimp in the place
keep talking sh-t bout me and my cl!ck, leave my handprint in your face
now this n-gga caught a case, now he calling my phone
talking bout he need some hard, cooked a-1 zones
i’m like oops wrong number, no these jackers wanna do me
i’m a savage bout my cabbage, like lil’ webbie and lil’ boosie
thug blood running through me, i was born with a oozie
punk p-ssy perpetrators, playa haters who persue me
n-ggas use to try to use me, catch me slipping in the jacuzzi
bad b-tch next to me, running game trying to confuse me
i’m a bomb waiting to go off, you hoes can’t defuse me
so next time bring the national guard, you b-tches wanna do me g’eah

[hook – 2x]

(-talking-)
f-ck you n-gga g’eah, if you a g -ss n-gga
know i’m saying, like us over here at ses
doing our mo’f-cking thang, e.s.g. that’s right
the motherf-cking boss on the mic, with my new lil’ underboss
that’s doing his mo’f-cking thang, brandon motherf-cking stacks
big sin we getting money b-tch, i done told you n-ggas
a hundred times it’s going down, n-ggas don’t no street sh-t with us
know i’m saying, ‘specially not me
this is how we doing it g’eah uh, hollin’ at my gangstas out there
g’eah, i’m hollin’ at my gangstas out there

[e.s.g.]
third riding bone, what’s up to the head
what’s up bo-leg, n-gga we ain’t scared
what’s up to the poke’, what’s up to the h.a.w.k
what’s up to the keke, gangstas we don’t talk
what’s up big moe, this is how it go
what’s up alexandria, my n-gga t down fa sho
what’s up shreveport, what’s up lil’ beezy
t.i. my n-gga, see we keep it off the heezy
what’s up corpus christi, what’s up chi-town
what’s up milwaukee, x we putting it down
now what’s up judy jones, what’s up dj whirl
what’s up dj black, see we rocking for you girl
and you better uh-uh g’eah mixtape sh-t

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