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lil flash & lil $horty – everybody hates me lyrics

[intro: brrrberry$horty]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
? boy
free tay
you know how the f+ck we rockin’ man
double+r man, no rolls royce man
you know how we rockin’ man
aye, yuh

[hook: brrrberry$horty]
we got them sticks in this b+tch
i let it hit in this b+tch
a n+gga don’t want yo b+tch
both of y’all broke than a b+tch
the ? got me high than a b+tch
i left that lil’ boy in a ditch
scratch that lil’ boy off the list
let that boy rest in p+ss
everybody hate me like chris
catch him down bad with his b+tch
finna put a brick on my wrist
got some n+ggas that’ll die for this sh+t
play with my mans you gon’ die
bake that lil’ boy like a fry
reach for my chain you can try
choppa’ sent him to the sky
[verse 1: lil flash]
then, they send him to the sky
smoking on dope to the mind
?, yeah, he gon’ provide
?
that’s prolly the reason he died
50 and a 40, don’t tell no lies
just put yo pride to the side
my shooters they all on ?
? no taxin
stayin’ ten toes down, ridin round with a mac+10
do this sh+t, no practice
with the gun play, ride pass, make him do backflips
and i’m smokin’ on cat p+ss
and this choppa right here same size as a cactus
? gang, john madden
and we shooting sh+t just like ?

[verse 2: tte day day]
i’m dripping, i’m saucing, i’m flexing
i’m sending that pack in a lexus
i hope that sh+t land up in texas
my young boys totin’ that weapon
i’m on the block
i’m with migo
we shoot yo mans like a free throw
we turning yo head to dorito
[verse 3: bandman fari]
aye, f+ck all that talkin’ sh+t
young n+gga, we popped out with sticks
how the f+ck is you trappin’ young n+gga? (huh?)
and you jacking dope, with no stick
we’ll walk up with that bl!ck
aim that shot, right at yo sh+t
my youngin’s they [intro: brrrberry$horty]
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
? boy
free tay
you know how the f+ck we rockin’ man
double+r man, no rolls royce man
you know how we rockin’ man
aye, yuh

[hook: lil $horty]
we got them sticks in this b+tch
i let it hit in this b+tch
a n+gga don’t want yo b+tch
both of y’all broke than a b+tch
the ? got me high than a b+tch
i left that lil’ boy in a ditch
scratch that lil’ boy off the list
let that boy rest in p+ss
everybody hate me like chris
catch him down bad with his b+tch
finna put a brick on my wrist
got some n+ggas that’ll die for this sh+t
play with my mans you gon’ die
bake that lil’ boy like a fry
reach for my chain you can try
choppa’ sent him to the sky

- lil flash lil horty lyrics

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