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g-many (fictional) - tuck’d steel lyrics

[chorus: g+many & luh helium]
still free the realest, y’all n+ggas, y’all know me
word to bro, i’m spinnin’ through that block, no crippin’
i was just keep spinnin’ through that block, now i’m up here
always on my d+ck, so i’m spinnin’ through that block now (yeea+uuh)
and they know what i be doin’ here (yeea+uuh)
put the beam on, i’ma give a tear (yeea+uuh)
if i see it, i’ma eat it up (up, yeea+uuh)
make a real n+gga give a (f+ck) (yeea+uuh)

[verse 1: g+many]
word to bro, we spinnin’ through the blocky, now i’m off that
n+ggas on my d+ck, so i’m spinnin’ through that block now
suck my d+ck, word to bro
word to my dead, i’ma empty the clip, now
always on d+ck, word to my dead, i’ma empty the clip if a n+gga give f+cks (word)
if a n+gga play wit’ me, he get b+2’d with the bl!ck, so i’m spinnin’ through the block now
heard normal n+ggas always on my d+ck, so i’m spinnin’ through that block
keep a grippy, wit’ a 445
these n+ggas on my d+ck, so i’m tired, always on my d+ck, so i’m spinnin’ through the blocky now
word to bro, we spinnin’ through that block, opp squasher
always on my d+ck, and now i’m emptyin’ out the clip on em’

[chorus: g+many & luh helium]
still free thе realest, y’all n+ggas, y’all know me
word to bro, i’m spinnin’ through that block, no crippin’
i was just keep spinnin’ through that block, now i’m up hеre
always on my d+ck, so i’m spinnin’ through that block now (yeea+uuh)
and they know what i be doin’ here (yeea+uuh)
put the beam on, i’ma give a tear (yeea+uuh)
if i see it, i’ma eat it up (up, yeea+uuh)
make a real n+gga give a (f+ck)
[verse 2: luh helium]
still free the real, free the real new haymen
always on my d+ck, so i’m spinnin’ through that block now
all them n+ggas on me, so i’m spinnin’ through that block, like
i’m saphron, b+tch, you don’t wanna mess wit’ me
word to bro, we spinnin’ through that blocky, now i’m uppin’ it
word to bro, we spinnin’ through that opp, now i’m luckin’ it
c+hii got me dead, word to bro, we smokin’ on his pack
word to bro, we spinnin’ through, like nazzy in the f+ckin’ ground
now we yell up, rollin’ crip
heard them n+ggas on my d+ck, so we strokin’ that melee
and these n+ggas, yeah y’all know me, word to bro, we spinnin’ through
but them n+ggas always on me, freak, we missed the clues

- g many fictional lyrics

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