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lil durk - more bars (52 bars part 4) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, lets get it, i ain’t f-ckin’ around
f-ck these n-ggas, n-ggas know how we ridin’
gang, otf fto!

[verse 1: lil durk]
wuk say he holdin’ weight, call up twin he hate to wait
bake ’em with the eight, ike wanna bake his face
shooter ain’t no shooters, if they count they straight, what’s yo count?
sayin’ bdk then watch yo’ mouth
thirty shots go out [rrraaa rrraaa!]
why you hate on me? i taught you n-ggas how to bag a treat
turn up on these opps then bags some d, n-ggas woof at me
spreadin’ these rumors talkin’ ’bout, p-ssy i don’t respond to goofies
police lookin’, pulls a sl!cky, murder scenes yo’ block like movies
ain’t no robbers in chicago i never seen some boys tote uzis
keep my gun, on my son, my n-ggas they one of one
n-gga ain’t no one on one, see them swing, i clutch that drum
no one ain’t no friend no more, these n-ggas hoes, these n-ggas done
n-ggas in my face be like
“how you sign yo’ deal and sh-t? heard you left yo’ block
when you made that million quick”
i ain’t make a million, sh-t, you woulda seen a million bricks
j-money was torchin’ opps, ahh i hate the streets that took lil rob
i just copped a brick of hard, these n-ggas soft, p-ssy fraud
askin’ why they took sheroid
gave an inch they took a yard, ruler on my hip
beuller in this b-tch
‘cept our guns playin’ all the music in this b-tch
opps be on that twitter war
stop, you ain’t no hitta boy, stop, you ain’t no k!lla boy
all that sh-t a gimmick boy, all the opps, they trippin’ boy
got the news trendin’ boy
chiraq, drillinois, go tell ’em, k!llinois
autotune my raps now, every show, we strapped now
they crazy, actin’ like you bustin’
you get clapped down, bro dem got that mac now
when we hear that mac sound, boomerang van we do a hit
and we come back ’round, all that talk and talkin’ sh-t
men with that tucked tony
two bangin cases on my momma, imma keep it on me
gotta watch my back for these snakes, cause the streets hold ’em
imma leave ’em in the back, by his self, then a n-gga lonely

[outro]
f-ck with my n-ggas man
imma go bar i don’t need a hook
i started this bar sh-t, feel me?
squad, squad

- lil durk lyrics

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