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edot babyy - tragic lyrics

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[intro]
elvis
bow, gang+gang+gang

[verse]
these n+ggas be fanned out
up in the streets, really lackin’ (p+ssy)
i’m tryna get up real close (what?)
break ’em down like a fraction (bow+bow+bow)
boy, you a stranger, so when i had seen you
no, i ain’t clappin’
but the next time i see you, man
thats word to bro you gon’ make the citizen app quick (flock at a flocka)
want war? we gon’ bring all the static
ars wit’ scopes and tragic (what?)
+rs+nal like the army, tactic
get up on court and i shoot like i’m dragic (gang+gang+gang)
if i’m clutchin’, then there ain’t no passin’ (bow)
off the wocky, i’m c+cky, cappin’ (gang+gang+gang)
talkin’ money? i’m matchin’ the bag, quick
and this .40 is drilled wit’ a ratchet (p+ssy)

[verse 1]
like, what did they do? nothin’ (nothin’)
nine times out of ten, man, them n+ggas is bluffin’
n+ggas ain’t spinnin’ for nothin’
man shot, citizеn gon’ rise on they side
‘causе all of my n+ggas for nothin’
like, boy is you kiddin’ me?
i’m the lil’ n+gga wit’ energy
try to run up? lil’ dummy, you sh+ttin’ me? uh
who got touched? (who got touched?)
we gon’ up, and who gon’ duck when sh+t gettin’ tough?
when sh+t gettin’ real, they gon’ tell you to, “chill,” but, i rather not
and i swear they gon’ feel how i feel off this pill when i’m thinkin’ alot, n+gga (what?)
don’t tell me to stop (at all)
[chorus]
these n+ggas be fanned out (p+ssy)
up in the streets, really lackin’
i’m tryna get up real close (what?)
break ’em down like a fraction (bow+bow+bow)
boy, you a stranger, so when i had seen you
no, i ain’t clappin’
but the next time i see you, man
thats word to bro you gon’ make the citizen app quick (flock at a flocka)
want war? we gon’ bring all the static (bow+bow)
ars wit’ scopes and tragic (what?)
+rs+nal like the army, tactic
get up on court and i shoot like i’m dragic (gang+gang+gang)
if i’m clutchin’, then there ain’t no passin’ (bow)
off the wocky, i’m c+cky, cappin’ (gang+gang+gang)
talkin’ money? i’m matchin’ the bag, quick
and this .40 is drilled wit’ a ratchet (p+ssy)



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