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leak obama - what dat be bout lyrics

[verse 1]
say
what that be bout
you f+ck round and get checked n+gga
we come see bout
any form of disrespect n+gga
gon bring that g out me
you p+ssies ain’t no threat n+gga
p+ssy n+gga let’s see who pull quicker
everybody thuggin and i love it
make some smart decisions cause my n+ggas the dumbest
you say the wrong thing and like s+m+n b+tch we cumin
only got one question for these p+ssy n+ggas
mane who want it
im saying tho, grab the stick fill it with a hunnit
these p+ssy n+ggas play, we get em like some money
chase em like that bag sending shots from out the mag
catch you in yo car shoot that b+tch until you crash
that’s red rum dead dumb my n+ggas holler murder
you running with some squares fill ya whole team with circles
ain’t paying for no bodies have my n+ggas come and murk ya
fore’ i pay for a body b+tch i’ll come and dirt ya
that’s real talk
real sh+t my n+ggas really steppin
youngin got zero patience tell em free lil stephen
and i was outta town when my n+gga got hit
but now i’m back in town ready to buss a n+gga sh+t
(then say that)

[hook]
say
what that be bout
you f+ck round and get checked n+gga
we come see bout
any form of disrespect n+gga
gon bring that g out me
you p+ssies ain’t no threat n+gga
(p+ssy n+gga)
say
what that be bout
you f+ck round and get checked n+gga
we come see bout
any form of disrespect n+gga
gon bring that g out me
you p+ssies ain’t no threat n+gga

[verse 2]
yea come and see bout me
i still run with them steppas n+gga
who took yo g outtie
sent him up to heaven
let my n+ggas up there stamp him
and since i was youngin mama told me bout my temper
sh+t get deadly n+gga
south florida that’s where you find me
they know we really outchea don’t do no hiding
you heard they call me splat boy yea i be sliding
don’t ask if it’s a stolen car just know we riding
i’m saying tho grab that glock and fill it up with thirty
we do them murders clean for u n+ggas talking dirty
catch him put some numbers on his back just like a jersey
can’t let no n+gga dirt me no can’t let no n+gga murk me
(that’s real y’all)

- leak obama lyrics

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