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lil mister – hang wit me lyrics

[intro]
squad, squad (got, got, got ya, sucker)
squad, squad (sucka, sucka)
luh… (djjt)
montana, turn up
you know how i’m comin’ man (buaw!)
block sh+t (buaw buaw!)
luh (grrah)

[verse]
b+tch you know it’s montana, come and hang wit me
if you a opp n+gga, don’t say a thang to me
i fled the scene with them hunnids, it’s like the [?] with me
all my n+ggas ttb and they a bang for me
07, 075 it ain’t no lames with me
you a never catch me tuck my chain i let it hang wit me
if you holdin’ on them pounds then you a stain to me
and you know i keep that white girl i brought the [?] with me
if a n+gga playin’ tough, tony he be with the heat
a lotta n+ggas in the industry, but they ain’t industrious
got shooters giving headshots and they don’t hang for [?]
let a n+gga know the sh+t is real, it ain’t no fantasy
all my n+ggas insane yeah we in it [?]
ridin’ around tryna catch a body, lookin’ for a g
if a n+gga disrespect my squad, leave him in the streets
put a bounty on a n+gga head, pop him where he sleep
i ain’t with the chit chattin’, i say talkin’ [?]
my n+ggas turn up on race [?] kerosene
i [?] in your crib full [?]
my n+ggas keep them big poles like the faculty
7400 yeah they hang wit me
wuga world, bricksquad the gang you know they came with me
my n+ggas in the sh+t for real you know we play for keeps
whole time yo b+tch a eat eat, yeah she brainin’ me
i keep them big bankrolls they can’t even fold
i been a real n+gga and i would never fold
i get that work in the [?], pack it by the loaf
and i keep two guns with me, call [?]
if i catch a n+gga bangin’ l’z, then they get revoked
these n+ggas is fufu and they can get exposed
i break the [?] got the cut like the runny nose
got aim so accurate [?] hit his nose
these n+ggas love frontin’ but they really hoes
you can call me santa claus ’cause i keep some hoes
i be blowin’ h+lla dope and i blow it by the o’s
i’m a self made n+gga on my ten toes
when these n+ggas stop flexin’ and get to stuntin’?
then i up the biggest forty and get to gunnin’
have his toes bussin’ out his shoes he throw his gun [?]
catch a n+gga lackin’ we gon’ beat him like a pumpkin (no lackin’ b+tch)
luh

- lil mister lyrics

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