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king combs – pick a side lyrics

[intro]
they prayin’ on our downfall another time again
after the rain fall the sun gon’ shine again (that’s right)
don’t bust no u+turns ’cause we ain’t forgettin’ sh+t
and to all ya’ll that switched
suck my d+ck! (let’s go)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, suck my d+ck
what, what
you talkin’ down on the family name, man, you wildin’
what (get ’em)

[verse 1]
i dare one of you n+ggas scream out “no diddy” (f+ck that n+gga up!)
or blow with me, baddies they ready to go with me, i just nod and they know to go get him
might see me with some pretty hoes with me, but ain’t no hoe in me
i just lay back in that virgil maybach, that sh+t like 4+50
police raid the crib like wе sellin’ crack (we ain’t doin’ that)
but we out hеre sellin’ tracks, multi+million dollar plaques
rather put this sh+t on wax, all that gossip sh+t is wack
when all they had was 50 cent, who put this city on the map? stop lyin’
pop’s been hated on by many men and n+gga, that’s fine
they gon’ try to stop these m&ms and they gon’ die tryin’
pull up to the southside, we locked and we got ties
don’t give a f+ck about no blogs ’cause we really outside

[interlude]
ayo, cezey what the f+ck these n+ggas talkin’ ’bout?
n+gga say it war time then it’s war, n+gga
what we doin’?
n+ggas playin’ with n+ggas names and all that
f+ck that!
[verse 2]
broke n+gga, i don’t know who even birthed these hoe n+ggas
all that woofin’ on the net well now it’s time to show n+ggas
steady talkin’ on the fam and we don’t even know n+ggas
but go ‘head play one call away, we ain’t sparin’ no n+gga (all that sh+t dead)
count bandos in my gucci sandals, these n+ggas is sick
probably hatin’ ’cause we rich, he must think we f+cked his b+tch (word)
knocked them walls down like when them feddy boys ran in both of our cribs
too bad they ain’t know we bought the one next door ’cause that’s the one they missed
how y’all talkin’ like a n+gga time up?
throwin’ shade get your shines up
askin’ where my pop’s at, he on a g6 gettin’ a line up
all you p+ssy ass n+ggas line up
let’s multiple the lies up, we runnin’ sh+t, this bad boy, make a bad b+tch wan’ sign up

- king combs lyrics

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