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mastamiind - backstreet lyrics

[hook]
east side n-gga run the backstreets, aye
i done seen nothing but the black streets, aye
n-gga, go feed a brother, he gonna thank you later
but he ain’t gonna buy you chains, you gotta switch your lane [x2]

[verse]
aye, introverted broke n-gga
aye, and the uzi is what i need tote my n-gga
aye, put his picture on a carton, now he’s been departed
but when he get out, he gonna make his diamonds dance r-t-rded
aye, let a n-gga breathe, let a n-gga see, aye
if a b-tch too slim, she shady
fire at her like marshall, when i cater
i don’t knock her, i wait after 9, like a d-mn baby
don’t like my b-tches basic
i’m sorry i called you that, you are amazing

[verse 2]
this is easy, what i tote is lethal
this p-ssies that weep on, b-tch i got my weapon
this is murder season, i’m k!lling sh-t just for leisure
two bodies, up top of bodied n-ggas, that just makes em equal
i lays it down, fix a n-gga when i land, like it’s lasik
i k!lled the treble, in the b-ss meant
i fill empty sp-ce, like galaxies, so there’s no room
for your dumb sh-t, like really n-gga
i just k!lled it, with a guillotine
now really i just really pack it in
ya’ll too short to stand for sh-t, like an acronym
this is my teer, like i just cried here
you can talk all you want, but [insert insult here]
your more empty to hear speak, than a d-mn sears
i think it’s clear, that even sequins could make
you look non coherent, f-cking [queers]
can’t talk my talk, it’s not generic, this isn’t murder music
nah, this is something you can’t show to any parent [x2]

- mastamiind lyrics

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