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hdln mitch – big east lyrics

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that internet thuggin’ sh+t for the birds
you grieving from us leaving yo brother sh+t on the curb, what’s the word
his n+ggas gon’ get it crackin’ or not
a different type of smack if i’m puttin’ jack in a box
30 stacked in the glock n+gga drop that pin
i send a addy to knock & get a top pushed in
or i double back on the block and find a spot bushed in
catch him hopping out that sedan and make him hop back in
like take these
can’t ride with no n+gga that may squeeze
i give these n+ggas clout when i shoot them like say cheese
straight heat
and my b+tch riding with me like waist deep
i in the field with no helmet a burner and laced cleats hd
yeah, n+gga f+ck it up
this .40 fightin’ any n+gga tryna knuckle up
quit all that crying bout +++++ & n+gga suck it up
it east side shotty ferg n+gga chuck it up
i keep that sh+t on me regardless i’m heartless
don’t ask about no features we charging the hardest
i been about that sh+t since i started
& free tnt hope they drop all his charges
i’m back on they ass, yeah i’m the n+gga now
got in my bag & n+ggas mad i couldn’t sit around & gossip
scary ass n+ggas playin’ possum
his jersey never dirty just want a spot on the roster
i’m on that with any n+gga that think ima play with em
we spraying em
you miss his ass so much then go & lay with em
we slayin’ em
they clique up with these n+ggas, think they saving em
like what we put behind a sucka gang we keep a k with us
don’t play with us
yeah, i’m like n+gga please
gon’ get him smoked he think he posted up at chillee g’s
negative
right now i’m there for three we shoot consecutive
they brag about it b+tch i just add a patch to my letterman
a veteran
yeah, tell em hang it up
you came from f+ckin’ with the suckas tryna hang with us
pitiful… we either wipe em out or leave em critical
a hundred in this clip enough for every individual
like b+tch i’m a dog with no collar a problem
i got all this sh+t from my mama, a shotta
they leave out the club & we follow
all they hear is… (gunshots) & then holla’ i got em like shhh



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