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loon - you know i get ugly (ma$e diss) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, n+gga
boss up

[verse 1]
man, ya’ll n+ggas pay attention
cause it seems i got a problem, got this lil n+gga, got him some green and wanna holla
f+ck boy, he don’t wanna lead, he wanna follow
had to suck d+ck for n+ggas in queens to get a dollar
i’m self+made, n+gga, so i get myself paid
never gainst the grain, throw lead against your brain, your health fade ’cause even the veteran get slayed
n+gga [?] your body will never be the same
you’s a student but now you wanna shoot at master
why you wanna do that pastor, when you die faster?
you see me comin’, you get casper and 50 ain’t your father you dumb b+st+rd
i’m your papa, built like papa, be all up in your face like mock 5
your crew can’t stop i, see me don’t be givin’ me high+fives, you die at the speed of a drive+by
son, i’m like bonsai, hoppin’ outta trees with fatigues with desert ease, you better have some keys or some cheese
or i’ma have to just squeeze one of these and leave n+gga beggin’ the lord please on his knees
i don’t care if you throwin’ bs or them cs, got hollow tips and n+gga you don’t need none of these
no forgiveness, ‘nother statistic, ‘nother rapper found dead with no witness, come on now

[chorus]
you know i get ugly, you know i get ugly
you n+ggas actin’ like gangstas ’cause 50 around
you know that you love me, you know that you love me
cause you been runnin’ my style for like ten years now
you know i get ugly, you know i get ugly
run upon you and strip you [?] down with the crown
n+gga i’m glad you got rich but i thought you’d be sick of keep ridin’ on other n+gga d+ck
you know i get ugly
[verse 2]
n+gga i birthed you, protect you when n+ggas wanted murk you, you lame
why you tryna entertain your new circle, you know me
n+gga in the streets i’m a og, n+gga i’m a key you’s a o.z
f+ck it let’s go deep, tell the whole world why you ran for f+ckin’ a n+gga girl that you know gun a blam, yo runnin’ man
you ain’t nowhere near the son of sam, i’m in the hood more than the number man
sometimes i wonder fam, is this n+gga livin’ in wonderland
three of my n+ggas dead, layin’ six feet deep under sam, brother man
don’t understand your f+ckin’ plan but you gon’ find yourself in a f+ckin’ jam
i am the f+ckin’ man when it come to these streets here, if i say so you can’t eat in these streets here
cause i hold glocks, it’s nuttin’ to close shop and still spit the sh+t get the hoes hot

[outro]
yeah, yeah n+gga

- loon lyrics

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