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littleg (us) - got that sack lyrics

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verse 1:
i rock gucci louie prada
can’t pr-nounce the other products
if a n-gga take my product then its gonna be a problem
dj plus thirty need eisenstein to solve it
even though we work put that p-ssy in a(…)

make his mama sick got her sniffing and coughing

all that cause i put her f-cking son in a coffin
if he think he on then my mans gotta off him
lemon squeeze banana clips that fruit salad i toss it

catch him the cut make him fall like a avalanche
k!lling these rapper till it ain’t none left to battle with
swimming witcho pistle well im moving in my battle ship
you dont want beef well im a kid that like to cattle tip
im dj can you solve that equation
i have b-tches bussin ima dog got persuasion

g.o.b f-ckin right i do it for the nation

guns make the ground shake i do it for the haitians
snapback in my city push yo cap back in my city
girl yo -ss fat come with me

and my guns gone get him
if he run guns gone hit em
i’mma hunter im wit it
she a runner she sprinting
then im done bro im finished
g.o.b that’s the set
this yo b-tch p-ssing neck
throwing -ss having s-x
with the squad look at that
look at me gettin it in
that’s my bro that’s my man
d-mn dude look again that’s yo m-th-f-ckin friend

if im tryna f-ck i call tw-t poppers

for neck s-x i call jaw droppers

im from 9-0 make em bury yall choppers

and im from a city where they carry yall (…)
ima f-ckin veteran
give em shots medicine
dj im the letter man
girl give me intelligence
smokin on that excellence
live the laws of recklessness
yea i got a silencer k!ll the boy with gentleness
born to be a hit man
i can’t be no gentleman
leave a n-gga holy like the f-cking book of genesis

k!llin all my nemesis and doing this continuous
this my city n-gga why u on my premises
bet i leave a muf-cker dead when that semi ring
i’mma turn a muf-cker red like a kidney bean
she got a nice -ss but her lips is what i get between

givem sh-lls thats my mans i just callem (…)

tryna rob me oh no i ain’t here for that
yea i gotta nine deuce five i ain’t fearing that
high point nine deuce five i ain’t hearing that

shorty doing numbers for the squad she be givin neck

- littleg us lyrics

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