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glokk40spaz – paranoid (lil supersuit) lyrics

[intro]
(h+llo)
f+ck that (hrr)
don’t bring him ova’ here
ay n+gga back the f+ck up n+gga
i’m hearin’ sh+t
i ain’+ i don’t trust him
(f+ck yo kin folk, hrr)

[verse]
got a bad b+tch with me tryna suck d+ck n+gga i don’t give a f+ck what she talm bout, (glrr)
if they call one time ’bout a deuce tre everybody in this b+tch gettin’ kicked out, (rrrat)
young n+gga 13 with a deuce deuce everybody on the block gon’ rock out, (brr)
all it takes is for n+gga one n+gga to say who is you everybody in this b+tch gon’ pop out, (srrat)
brr!
mask the f+ck up and get outta there
told my dead partner i double dare
leave that boy dead in his underwear
man i got this sh+t from the drip fair
told me don’t walk down play fair
paranoid as f+ck i do not care
we ain’ never had sh+t we do not share
shawty f+ck this lil b+tch and do not pass
walk down n+gga
i do the choppa then walk down n+gga
this ain’ no d+mn wendy this 4 for 4 hit you
your partner got shot, and cried at the god d+mn [?]
my boy ring the bell and them n+ggas dismiss ya
in love with money and guns how the f+ck i’m gon miss ya
i’m not one them punchers, i’m a pistol whippa
this bullet get bald fade just like the clippers
kilo might f+ck around and f+ck your sister
beat ya ass and make your partner ‘nem get ya
turn you to a man, ya momma won’t kiss ya
feelin’ like dirty dan, and this pistol is older than uncle sam
come in and cut your head off like the taliban
[?] and these n+ggas can’t [?]
30 plus 30 thats 60 let’s spin a benz
i’m in the trap i cut with mexicans
when i’m in that b+tch they do what simon says
223 come and get you n+gga like his friend
[?] i just want the head
young n+gga stacking money like bunk beds
i jumped up my pistol like we done bumped heads
give a f+ck ’bout that b+tch i leave that hoe on read
this sh+t kinda fishy
i wouldn’t of done what i did if them n+ggas wasn’t with me
ebg put a n+gga six feet
i’m a baby life steppa’ come get me
30 in the glock don’t p+ss me off
don’t come out this way you gon’ get took off
baby life nino let’s hang with a boss
only [?] holocaust
young n+gga, picking sh+t off randy moss, guns n+gga
all of my n+ggas they havin’ quick draw
they want some d+mn pressure go ask about saul
the gang, we moving location like every d+mn fall
put the mask on and we taking you off
beat a n+gga ass, wwe smackdown raw
say, you want take him off thats yo call
i mean, you said that that was yo d+mn dawg
you fiend, [?] roll like [?]
i’m green, you know i can’t look to the law
i beat yo d+mn ass if you think that you hot
alot of these p+ssy ass n+ggas want be some they not
poppin’ my sh+t cause i just got some knots
i’m still finna rob if i’m rich i can’t lie
baby life spaz on the real on soul
you think that you finna take somethin’ no no
i k!ll when i shoot like i’m rajon rondo
ya partner done called the popo
we gon’ have to beat you cause we can’t find bro
[outro]
(h+llo)
n+ggas ain’ stuntin’ none of that, yuh (brr, gang gang shi’)
ay man don’t le+, ay, i already told yo ass n+gga
i’ma+i’ma pop his ass n+gga, (ay, free sumo n+gga)
don’t let him come over here n+gga
these folks be thinking this sh+t a game n+gga, trippin
(on my momma, long live tk n+gga, brr gang gang shi, solid gang shi n+gga, 438 solid gang shi, b+tch)

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