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liway – space lyrics

[verse 1]
i just know how it’s boutta go
n-ggas already told
f-ck the opps f-ck the jakes bro
they some bozos
oh they know
they already know how it’s boutta go
n-ggas know how it’s boutta go
tell em real slow
oh i bang
yeah i run a train on yo f-ckin thang
yeah she mine n-gga
pull off in a ‘stang
yeah i’m lit
n-ggas know i’m lit
i came for the b-tch
but she know how it’s boutta go
when i come in our clique
yeah she do whatever i say
that’s my f-ckin bae everyday
she hit up my line “whatchu do today”
that’s ok whatever i say
she be like “ok”
come thru whatchu boutta do
i’m about to bang
piru that’s my f-ckin blood
yeah that’s my bro
catch you lackin
with the f-ckin slug he already know
that’s the blood n-gga
that’s the blood yeah that’s how i roll
know how i’m boutta go
n-ggas already know
got chi in the f-ckin cut
boutta poke you up
n-ggas already know how it’s boutta guh
n-ggas boutta guh huh

[hook]
ayy i just caught a stain yeah
(ayy) ayy i just caught a stain yeah
(ayy) ayy pullin out the thang yeah
(ayy ayy ayy) i just caught a stain yeah
got four racks, comin out my back
got four racks, stackin up on that (ayy)
that’s a wrap, that’s a f-ckin wrap (ayy)
gotta stack, got another rack (ayy)
cruisin on a chain yeah
that’s my f-ckin gang yeah
know we boutta gang yeah
catch a f-ckin stain yeah

[verse 2]
that’s my gang they already know
how it’s boutta go
got the opps got the f-ckin jakes
we about to blow
yeah we know, yeah we f-ckin know
shouts out all my bros
that’s my guy, that’s my f-ckin mans
that’s my f-ckin dog, oh i know
how this really pop off on the street
how it do
y’all already know a n-gga lit
(yeah i knew) how i gotta pop up on the st–ts
(yeah i know) i can never find the time to speak
(yeah i know) hol up n-gga know
how this really go
got the banger
if we boutta throw i might have to blow
hol up

[interlude]
you can’t live like this anymore son
you gotta be free

[outro]
that’s my gang they already know
how it’s boutta go
got the opps got the f-ckin jakes
we about to blow
yeah we know yeah we f-ckin know
that’s on all my bros
that’s my guy that’s my f-ckin mans
that’s my f-ckin dog, oh i know

- liway lyrics

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