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gudda gang - get some action lyrics

[intro: 727 fatboy]
727 n-gga, yeah
send yo’ b-tch -ss straight to heaven n-gga, yeah

[verse 1: 727 fatboy]
aye, i been put up for a lil minute, time to get in action
and i been hearing what y’all sayin’ y’all n-ggas really cappin’
like how the f-ck y’all slid on me when y’all be really lackin’
y’all n-ggas probably finna’ get exposed so imma just get to blastin’
and it’s still free out my n-ggas yeah they in that cell, yall n-ggas ain’t heard about the county, cause they causing h-ll
and we still running up that bag, watch how i break the scale
feel like i’m blessed and i’m really gifted only time can tell
the same n-gga that tried to press me ended up on a shirt
i know yo family traumatized, had to leave yo mama hurt
and any n-gga who play this way gon’ end up in the dirt
so when you with that nasty ho’ just stay up on alert
where all them so called “e” n-ggas i’m tryna get some action
y’all n-ggas swear that we be lackin’ but we pistol packin’
everytime i slide up on that fo’ i gotta keep a ratchet
i might just text one of you n-ggas, pop out and come and match it
and y’all n-ggas actin’ like y’all with it, but y’all really scared
we had caught one of y’all n-ggas at the store, y’all was in a hurry
and all my n-ggas poppin’ sh-t, just like they was curry
we known for poppin, out on b-tches, yeah we got them 30’s

[verse 2: nmnn tuk]
it’s consequences for yo’ actions, n-gga you gotta die
that hot sh-t touched yo’ brother, he got hit above his eye
won’t tell no lie
i jumped straight in that smoke and got to totin’ that fire
rollin’ off the beam, n-gga bet not look me in my eye
too much pressure for a p-ssy, i keep a long d-ck
i be tweakin’ when i’m sober, get yo’ dome split
hit yo’ brother in his mouth, that n-gga wasn’t on sh-t
if i pop out with that cut, i bet i won’t miss
had to throw the pistol tell my b-tch to go and get it
and i know she really f-ckin’ with it
i be rollin’ with some k!llas you ain’t f-cking with it
you ain’t f-ckin’ wit em

[verse 3: 727 fatboy]
uh, how you want it aye, we gon get it done
we been sliding in this lo’ this sh-t ain’t for no fun
and all my n-ggas yeah they [?]
and they all dropped up out of school so we can get these funds
and all my n-ggas in that cell they ain’t even got no bond
i just rolled a 3.5 wood, you know that sh-t in my lungs
we got plenty straps, like i work for don’s
and we been deep in that water, long silver johns

[verse 4: nmnn tuk]
i been itchin’ for a l!ck, got lil bro full of x’s

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