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mbnel - alley oop lyrics

[intro]
(we have a k!ller on the loose)
(jem made it yamsayin!)

[verse 1: fenix flexin]
i’ma shooter he a poodle
this f and n gon’ bust a n+gga’s noodles
i just took this n+gga b+tch go get your b+tch back
i be breaking hoe b+tches like they kit+kats
i be poppin’ percocets just like they tic+tacs
i rock designer head to toe, i like to mismatch
i’ma shoot your buff homie in the six pack
one up top for the opps you know with that
it’s me and nel, we giving h+ll
we talk to k!llers, you talk to 12
i would’ve dropped that bag but ain’t no bail
so free my n+ggas out that muf+ckin’ cell
i’m a sacramento slime with a mac
she ain’t bring me what i want she getting slapped
you checkin’ traps, she selling p+ssy
can’t really cut like that, you n+gga rookies
she want the jewels, i wanted blue
pop a 30, get in my mood, ayy
bad b+tch, told her, “trap for a real n+gga”
she gon’ bring it back for a real n+gga
ayy, all that gang sh+t, yeah, we with that
we leave a n+gga missing with his b+tch ass
ayy, i need commas, i need hundons
try to play around with me, you got the wrong one
aks, we got chops, we got big sticks
’bout to check another n+gga off the hitlist
boom, .40 finna clear the whole room
doomed, n+gga play with me, he need a tomb
sweep a n+gga block, we ain’t need to use the broom
i sell that black sh+t that you can smoke up off a spoon
[verse 2: mbnel]
if the b+tch ain’t suckin’ d+ck then we kickin’ her out the room
masked up, boy, we break in n+ggas sh+t like a raccoon
you ain’t never shot n0body, see you flinchin’ when you shoot
i got the juice, i’m that n+gga in my city b+tches choose
i just got me a lil’ nickle, we got the stick in it
them boys stay posting all them guns but they ain’t hit with it
brodie just got a glock, it got the switch in it
all you cute flexin’ them guns, y’all just take pics with it
ayy, you not my dawg, yous a poodle n+gga
how many k!llers you know? everybody shooters n+gga
ain’t got to flex, these n+ggas know what we do to n+ggas
still ain’t popped a pill before we drill before i shoot a n+gga
all these guns you would’ve thought we had bazookas n+gga
choppa automatic, it get to spittin’ like some mucus n+gga
i’m in the field, pass me the ball and i’m jukin’ n+ggas
they take you to the net
like suckas don’t know police do to n+ggas
i spent a thousand for these ripped jeans
all them shots them n+ggas sent but they ain’t hit me
and brodie smoked what’s his name, he in six feet
we seen him at the market and then we chase him down 6th street

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