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fyb j mane - anything lyrics

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[intro]
hey man it be a lot of mothaf-ckin’ cappin’ goin’ on man
hey man a lot of mothaf-ckin’ talkin’

[hook]
n-gg-s do a lot of talkin’, really not on anything
takin’ pictures holding guns for nothin’, ain’t gon’ shoot a thing
winter time, opps get clapped up b-tch we purge like halloween
we gon’ leave ’em like they left la, dead up on the scene
n-gg-s do a lot of talkin’, really not on anything
takin’ pictures holding guns for nothin’, ain’t gon’ shoot a thing
winter time, opps get clapped up b-tch we purge like halloween
we gon’ leave ’em like they left la, dead up on the scene

[verse]
k!ll who? k!ll j mane b-tch, that’ll never happen
when i wake up in the morning, f-ck a toothbrush grab my ratchet
keep like 50 shots up out there, man you n-gg-s out here lackin’
i can’t trust a f-ckin soul, n-gg-s really out here cappin’
when i dropped 300 dead opps they said i did too much
but when the opps was sayin’ they smokin’ tooka y’all ain’t give a f-ck
so h-ll naw, f-ck you mean b-tch i don’t think i did enough
i heard no limit dissin’ tooka, don’t make me go dig kobe up
hey j mane you goin’ too far, well b-tch i just start heatin’ up
two block shorties, two twin 4 won’t hesitate to burn you up
put three holes right through yo dome, like bowling ball i’ll line you up
bodies drop now plead the fifth, b-tch ain’t got sh-t to do with us
n-gg-s police gotta watch ’em, man you never know who to trust
show no love for no thot, they be the one’s to set you up
hollows flippin’ out the glock b-tch we turn opps to tumblers
free my brother out the county, f-ck snitches and cameras

[hook]
n-gg-s do a lot of talkin’, really not on anything
takin’ pictures holding guns for nothin’, ain’t gon’ shoot a thing
winter time, opps get clapped up b-tch we purge like halloween
we gon’ leave ’em like they left la, dead up on the scene
n-gg-s do a lot of talkin’, really not on anything
takin’ pictures holding guns for nothin’, ain’t gon’ shoot a thing
winter time, opps get clapped up b-tch we purge like halloween
we gon’ leave ’em like they left la, dead up on the scene



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