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husalah & b-luv - whatchu know about lyrics

[intro: husalah]
you know what i’m sayin’? you know what i’m sayin’?
ayo, check this out, man, when i’m around, n+gga
it’s definitely, definitely, n+gga, something extended around me, you feel me?
there’s some left and a right
it’s a motherf+ckin’ left hook, b+tch, yeah

[verse 1: husalah]
what you know about maniacs doing dirt?
what you know about buckshots in your shirt?
what you know about sad songs in the church?
a body laying stiff in a box from your chop work (blah)
stop, jerk, you’re not tough, you’re not a real monster
taking fl!cks with your sh+t, but you’re scared to pop it?
stop it, you in too deep, you out of pocket
the mob is on it true deep, we dumb rockin’
any day i can go down from gun rounds
i caught cases, big sh+t and stayed down
you ain’t ever been cuffed to a rail, stuck
you can’t even stack bread for your bail, punk
so you think about suckin’ d+ck, tellin’ stuff
your whole team went down, you ain’t get arrested
it was a two+year sting, you was in the fl!cks
you can never walk the yard, the paperwork is thick
yet you run around huffin’ and puffin’
when it’s time to k!ll sh+t, you realize you was frontin’, n+gga
i got a brother in the feds and two in the box
been a suspect in an attempt to smoke ’em with shots
but my trill fam pushed the line so i don’t find
you can only speak on the murder, i swear to god, i’ma dump mine
[interlude: husalah]
you know what i’m sayin’? i swear to god, n+gga
you feel me?
i swear to god, n+gga
come outside, n+gga
it’s uncomfortable, n+gga
rockin’ your mom single, man, b+tch ass n+gga

[verse 2: husalah]
yo, your mom gave birth to a b+tch with a peter
when i see punks, i’ma dump with my heater (bup, bup, bup, bup)
i really swear to god, it’s the mob when you see us (m+o+b)
getting money with the demons, bringing domes to the reaper
2+2+3’s, big sh+t or little sh+t
chops that done ripped like rubbers that don’t fit, b+tch
2+2+3’s, 7 and point+6
chops that done ripped like rubbers that don’t fit, b+tch

- husalah b luv lyrics

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