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joseph mcfashion - outro lyrics

[verse 1: 9000 rondae]
i’m in my bag in the [?] big mac
hit him in the helmet, the chopper knock off his chin strap
bad b+tches running through the pad, like [?]
in cali no vacation, i’m bringing [?] back
brazy that’s my baby, play with her, you getting toe tagged
[?] while you play with your last
[?] next to the strap [?]
i know that, these n+ggas really don’t want no smoke
cause when i was playing with choppers, n+ggas was honor role
riding with the stick, [?] on your ass when you smoke
[?] for the extra [?]
lil n+ggas my sons, they better check the score
n+ggas getting mad over b+tches,, better check the hoes
i ain’t [?] b+tch, i got her so she can bless thе road
all the lil b+tch do is powder, [?] test thе dope
if she ain’t making [?] what you stressing for?

[verse 2: molly brazy]
if he ain’t bringing you no bread, why you stressing sis?
got my own money, i ain’t never to ask for sh+t
threw some ice in the buckets, got my nose stuffy
sippin on this juice, blueberry fanta, my sh+t real muddy
i can [?] the chopper like [?]
or i can hit your block with them f+cking twin glizzys
if i catch an opp b+tch, [?] through the city
imma aim it at her tiddy, if she duck, she catching plenty
it’s molly brazy, check the motherf+cking [?]
b+tches ain’t f+cking with me, laughing at them cause they jokes
they broke, all these b+tches f+cking broke
if you try to act tough, up the 40, you get soaked
headshots, headshots, yeah we ending it now
big chops, yeah we sitting b+tches down
wanna beef cause i’m winning, looking like some f+cking clowns
no name ass rap b+tches, never reached a hundred thou
[verse 3: shredgang mone]
n+ggas can’t name a time [?] the strap [?] ain’t bussin
know that they won’t see me out the crib if i ain’t clutchin
money on the floor, just let me know, you know i’m coming
if you gon tell them something, tell them how they out here running
big dawg, i control what go down now
lil n+gga, i can get [?] big dawg now
heard he talking down, [?] lil n+gga’s thoughts
[?] b+tch you [?], we don’t leave till he drop
how many times i gotta hear these n+ggas tryna pop?
i’m worried bout the motherf+cking hood, f+ck the opps
my head f+cked up, i think i need to see a doc
i don’t like n+ggas [?] friends if i try
[?] p+ssy, he ain’t got it in [?]
[?]
i pipe my main b+tch, so my side get some time
we know that boy lying, fabrecating in the rhymes n+gga

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