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eli recklezz - neva cared - 6 mix lyrics

n+ggas p+ssy, cl!ckin up that sh+t g+y it ain’t workin
n+ggas f+ggots playin with themselves they still virgins
i can take your b+tch don’t even gotta buy a burkin ‘b+tch’ choppa on your ass up in traffic car get too swerving

i got glocks, that i shot, yea they dirty
i done put in work f+ck that n+gga larry
braybray yea he a b+tch,n+gga get’n booked for they stick, glock 26, it won’t miss, hollow tip
boy your ass better dip, cause they comin quick
‘rip’ rest in p+ss b+tch, f+ck ‘luhkhris’
wondo went out runnin he got shot up in his sh+t

funny how n+ggas get shot or die when they diss the 6, stop 6, f+ck dada
he got caught up at his job only diss the dead if they died on my fault
how you workin at mcdonalds and got caught
day day was his cousin, same night he got boxed
i got beef in two diffrent citys, so i keep a semi
n+gga really, slidin all night cause we f+ckin up thе city
turn fortworth to iraq cause i got them talibans with me
big ass 5.7 blow a n+gga drеads
daqualin got a glock up to his head
yaya took that n+gga belt ‘twice’
braylin he a fake 5, he is not my kind
if i call javien i know he down to ride

whole gang got them bodies
we turnt up off these drugs we out our body
yea we pop them roxy’s
my n+gga daylin with me in the booth
but he don’t rap, he just rap them bodies up
ain’t no f+cking cap
rayray blow a n+gga sh+t back, push a n+gga wig back, n+ggas get’n b+tch slapped
f+ck the soutshude, we not 4e
real murdergang murder for my n+ggas and they murder for me
you don’t know me
blowin ‘8’ shots out this glock 24 just like kobie
sliding through the fishbowl
bro bro get his sh+t gone, grew up around them k!ller, yea my n+ggas drillas
i grew up wit my n+ggas
we watched eatchother from playin footbal in the streets
too leavin n+ggas dead when its beef
we done lost a couple
ya’ll n+gga in the field we up in the jungle
long live jamari, and my uncle
my uncle was a dealer yea he died sellin pounds
we found then n+ggas we was hunting through the town

neva cared, blow a n+gga face off leave it bare
itching for a body, watching were you stare
i got glocks up in the ‘stu’
i got dracs up in the booth right now
yea he sayin he the king of the south we gone send missles to his f+cking crown

f+ck pmg the f+ck you mean, 17 shots how that n+gga died in the spleen
leavin n+gga dead up in the street
bro bro blow a n+gga dreads off
passing me the drac and i’ll blow that n+gga head off

leave his body in a ditch then i’ll f+ck his b+tch
make her suck my d+ck have a son with her then my son gone f+ck yo daughter turn that b+tch into a bop, blow that n+gga thoughts
she a sl+t rearange her guts

my n+gga daylin all he kno is murder, we grew up with eachother if a n+gga play we gone burn them
f+cking purge them

man i’ll beef with the whole city, take a n+gga soul keep it wit me steppin on n+ggas with this mother’f+ckin f+cking semi ‘b+tch’

- eli recklezz lyrics

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