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invel - whats ur rank lyrics

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broke ass n+gga, where your racks at, yeah
n+ggas be stealin’ my sound, d+mn, ya lil’ n+ggas gon’ copycat
i keep a hundred round mag on me, n+gga, tell me where you runnin’ at
p+ssy n+gga lame as f+ck, talkin’ ’bout where the functions at
if i can’t push up front, n+gga, we creep through the f+ckin’ back
heard he talkin’ on my gang, pull up on that n+gga, he gettin’ f+ckin’ smacked
all these drugs in my brain, like i said, i be f+ckin’ smacked
lil’ n+gga, tell me what’s your rank, you a b+tch n+gga, you can’t kick it
every time i walk up in the room and i’m talkin’, everybody listen
how many times i gotta say it, oh my god, so tired of these intermissions
and that b+tch sayin’ that her p+ssy wеt as f+ck, n+gga, shut up, you be p+ssin’
dumb ass lil’ thot thinkin’ we coolin’, n+gga, you know we not kissin’
and thеse n+ggas know i’m mr. backdoor, pull up on your spot, get to blitzin’
if you really want some beef, call my ybs, i be pickin’
i don’t f+ck with none of these n+ggas, i don’t really give a f+ck, we not cl!ckin’
walk up in the room, godd+mn, fat b+tt, d+mn near just hit it
in the room thinkin’ this sh+t wet as f+ck, godd+mn, i miss it
p+ssy boy cryin’ to his mommy, i f+ck his b+tch, it was exquisite
they gon’ call me every time when the opps outside ’cause i gotta dismiss it
i’m the type of n+gga take your b+tch, laugh, then take her ass on a picnic
and this glock make a n+gga run like fitness
glock scary as f+ck, coryxkenshin
you a b+tch boy, stop pretendin’
i f+ck that b+tch, she gon’ suck on my d+ck, and i play with her mouth like a dentist
i call up bro and go to the store, n+ggas be like, “d+mn, how much you spendin’?”
i go to the store, spend rack, that’s light
it’s a gunfight, why you bring your knife
i hate my opps, spin through they block, n+ggas call me a thief up in the night
i’m smokin’ gas, kickin’ the pipe
look at my neck, that sh+t is ice
you a broke ass peon, that sound right
your b+tch on my c+ck, she ridin’ the d+ck like a motherf+ckin’ bike
feel bad for lil’ bro, he wanna be friends, tell that n+gga, “sike”

- invel lyrics

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