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madmarcc – in da street lyrics

[intro]
all that poppin’ sh+t on live, don’t end up dead (yeah)
them n+ggas ain’t shot sh+t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said
yeah (rookie+ass n+gga)

[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh+t on live, don’t end up dead (p+ssy)
them n+ggas ain’t shot sh+t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (dead)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (yeah)
b+tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed)
i’m like why the f+ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ’posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street”
tried to count me out, that sh+t ain’t work, f+ck up the industry
almost caught some feelings for a b+tch, the f+ck got into me?

[verse 1]
p+ssy+ass n+ggas out hеre rippin’ posts and chasin’ clout (p+ssy)
b+tch, we be on 1220 gun club, tеll ’em take the route (pull up)
n+ggas out here cappin’ like they steppin’, put your weapon down
i know they ain’t talkin’ ’bout smoke, these n+ggas broke, they better settle down (f+ck, turn me up, yeah)
when sh+t up, no comin’ down (f+ck ’em)
p+ssy+ass n+ggas out here makin’ posts, ain’t heard a sound
ain’t droppin’ shots, should be ashamed, treat ’em like a child (turn me up)
promise sh+t get deeper on this end, f+ck around and drown
[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh+t on live, don’t end up dead (p+ssy)
them n+ggas ain’t shot sh+t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (p+ssy)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (long live lil v)
b+tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed, turn me up)
i’m like why the f+ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ‘posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street” (f+ck that)
tried to count me out, that sh+t ain’t work, f+ck up the industry (m+a+d)
almost caught some feelings for a b+tch, the f+ck got into me? (f+ck got into me? turn me up)

[verse 2]
hey, go to jail, become a rat (m+a+d)
get released, become a pack (p+ssy)
the f+ck is bein’ fired? b+tch, we step on sh+t, free boys in black
one+v+one, let’s set the match (turn me up)
n+gga should’ve checked the stats (f+ck you)
you only on that block inside your pictures, n+gga, stop the cap (we steppin’ on sh+t)
vvss drippin’ on my clothes (yup)
n+ggas act like b+tches, they gon’ fall in line like dominos
we was in them trenches with them glizzies, d+mn near upped the score (yeah)
goofy put a promag in his bl!ck, he d+mn near lost his soul

[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh+t on live, don’t end up dead (p+ssy)
them n+ggas ain’t shot sh+t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (p+ssy)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (yeah)
b+tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed)
i’m like why the f+ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ‘posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street” (turn me up)
tried to count me out, that sh+t ain’t work, f+ck up the industry (turn me up)
almost caught some feelings for a b+tch, the f+ck got into me? (f+ck got into me?)

- madmarcc lyrics

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