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liamette - came through lyrics

[hook]
came through
drop top
and your girl gave me slop top
and you know she took that rock c-ck
and you know we bout to run blocks

came through
drop top
and your girl we got that [?]
that’s that door, this that knock knock
i done hit her with that flop flop

[verse 1]
came through with no madness
came through with no madness
i ain’t know that i have it
i didn’t even know i had it
came through with that cabbage
came through with that cabbage
and i’m f-ckin’ on a bad b-tch
and i’m f-ckin’ on a bad b-tch

ya ya in the backseat
came out the tour runnin’ no track meet
all y’all n-gg-s y’all some gods, y’all some athletes
y’all some athletes, brain smart tho
came through wit’ the hot flow
came through wit’ the hot flow
can’t throw out some hot sh-t
came through feelin’ nauseous
came through with a new chick
came though wit’ a fat -ss
fart on the b-tch, p-ss gas
and you know that’s a laugh gas
and you know i got rock sh-t
and you know they ain’t ‘rarin
stay tucked that’s a hot semi
stay tucked that’s a semi
y’all n-gg-s gon’ get it
y’all n-gg-s ain’t wit’ it
y’all n-gg-s talk sad face
my n-gg-s stay fitted
mark jake, good intel
y’all n-gg-s got nextels
boutta hit your girl on the cell phone
if nah, hit a b-tch real quick
talk crazy, get spilled quick
i ain’t even boutta shoot them
man yo’ ankles they acute tho
obtuse look cool flow

[verse 2]
and i came through, ay
and you know i bring that painful, yuh
and she know that i got thang full
and you know that i got guns and they gon’ bang fool
i got a rope, p-ssy n-gg- i’ma hang you
vampire, what them fangs do? yuh
p-ssy n-gg- you a lame dude, yuh
p-ssy n-gg-, man i hate chu, yuh yuh

and i stay wit’ my semi tucked in
no guns in the back when i bust in
y’all n-gg-s talkin’ no fussin’
i k!ll n-gg-s, repercussions, come later, y’all haters
i’ll smash ’em up, mash ‘patatas
y’all n-gg-s eatin’ at tables
y’all n-gg-s swear that y’all internet able
n-gg-s y’all know that your truth is a fable?
n-gg-s y’all know that i get in this thing like rambo
dressed in black, all camo
y’all n-gg-s got hammers
y’all n-gg-s got guns too
y’all n-gg-s, y’all see me
y’all n-gg-s can’t be me
y’all see my homies, ya ya
n-gg- know me
i still wit’ cash and enrico
got ziti producin’
got alec on- engineering, ooh

[hook]
yuh
came through
drop top
and your girl gave me slop top
and you know she took that rock c-ck
and you know we bout to run blocks

came through
drop top
and your girl we got that [?]
this that door, this that knock knock
i done hit her with that flop flop, ooh

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