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loon - story lyrics

yea check it out uh yo
yo i was sittin on the block wit the deuce deuce the bubble goose n-gg- popped up the blue
cupe n-gg- moose this n-gg- fishy he stay pisy run u behind n-gg-z the blizy n get busy. i
seen n-gg-z resent some n-gg- wrist be broke ova dis c-ke or pocket fulla crispy dolla billz
make n-gg- swallow the steal but most n-gg- cant swallow a pill. know how that feel? but back
to the skit n-gg- in back of the whip with the widows have way down bout to clap on some sh-t
n im rappin n sh-t to this platinum chick n what’s f-cked up i got shorty in back of the whip
im paraniod but i still got the gat n the clip if them n-gg-z spit i got spit back at the whip
if it goes down shorty whole back will get ripped n dast low down real theatrical sh-t so i
grabbed shorty hand took a couple a paces said some hail mary maintain my patience. o sh-t
this n-gg- spit full quick i threw shorty down n let off the whole clip then reloaded but hold
in the whole whip n broad day so n-gg-z done witnessed the whole sh-t. had to flee this sh-t
is blast for me i took a couple a steps n n-gg- blasted me. this n-gg- moose got loose from
caboose aint think bout a truths try to knock my d-ck loose my deuce deuce aint fuc’n wit
moose 40 i try to save the chick but the n-gg- done lose shorty. two to her gut 1 to her chest
1 to her head now shorty layin in puddles in red f-ck it im fed im tryna figure if its
somthinin i said that got this dumb n-gg- bustin out lead discussion is dead. i understand
this man he got a canon in his hand the sound of loon the sh-t is bananas my one plan was to
hit n run fam but god saved my life when he made his gun jam time to leave but he still tryna
squeeze stead of tryna buy some time on his knees n-gg- please you got know reason to buck up
knowin u bout to get shot the f-ck up duke was brave but his stupid ways the reason why im
bout to twist duke twopay n ima squeezing but the gun wouldn’t shot no strays now we even but
the n-gg- like 6’2. what would you do? im bout to out fox dis n-gg- son at 165 ima box but
what he don’t know loon bout to ox dis n-gg- hit his dead in his fuc’n neck when i chop dis
n-gg- but thoughts in my mind telling me let it slide so ima get in my ride n catch duke
another time just circle the block smoke a purple n chok this n-gg- heart stop n-gg- died
right on the stop. no bullsh-t collapse right on the block crack heads went in slacks h-t his
right in his knot save me the trouble now my phone on bubble feds tap on my line like n-gg-
condone the trouble walk out my motha fuc’n hole is a struggle f-ck the pigs i don’t own no
shovel. what the f-ck? now all that bullsh-t i done been through wit this n-gg- i ain’t lay a
single solitary motha fuc’n hand on this n-gg- this n-gg- drop dead these motha fuc’n is on my
-ss like i did somthin to this n-gg- word to my motha this sh-t is some real bull sh-t man
this n-gg- fuc’n killed my motha fuc’n b-tch now i’m runnin around like motha fuc’n harrison
ford like i’m some motha fuc’n fugitive or somthin man this is some real bullsh-t man but ima
ride this sh-t out man cuz i’m a motha fuc’n bad boy.

- loon lyrics

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