ibn inglor - track 2 lyrics
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my old styles dead n-gga, you can’t ride a ride that ain’t there n-gga
you be their n-gga, no friends over here
n-ggas wonder why i’m lonely, b-tch, you wonder why i’m only
the n-gga that can pull this god sh-t cause you phony
i wrote this in twenty, make it five of your hoes want to screw me
live from the south side ave., n-gga what
(hold my mu’f-ckin’ drink dog)
i’ll never give a f-ck, i’m about that n-gga
south side, send it up
altgeld breed, talk that weed
ten racks g.p., talk that cream
walk that stream or plank n-gga
givenchy sharks in that tank n-gga
dive, hold your breath until you can’t n-gga, gawd
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