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mellowhype – gnc lyrics


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[verse 1: hodgy beats]
i’m chilling, literally
my neck is glittery
n-gg-s got that screw face looking at my jewelry (ugh)
while i’m flexing chain s-xing is unprotected
i hear that b-tch moaning
sounded like she’s sound affected (yeah)
n-gg-s talkin’ diss and when i know they are respected
put they hoes and friends on my guest list
that wasn’t directed, all you can do is accept it, or i will intercept it
and throw it back to left b-tch, the first n-gg- she slept with
we rock shows without a set list, cross goes off our check list
whats the point of death when n-gg-s can exist in whats destined?
i took a shot, boom, boom, bam, (pop!)
they all wanna’ rock and claim that music hip-hop (brrroooop)
but you’re just imitation, deflation, you’re in migration
just, pucker lips and suck a d-ck, as i’m meditating
escaping from emanc-p-tion, doctors and f-ggot cops (eaagh!)
been a couple of months since i turned the block (eeerrmm!)
i kill n-gg-s you can call me homicidal, i’m married to the game
n-gg- shes my bridal, wife and i will love her for life
well all i know is me and mellowhype, brothers for life

and we don’t give a sh-t about your problems m-th-‘ f-ckas’ (f-ck yall’ n-gg-s)
go run about it or solve them m-th-‘ f-ckas’
we ain’t f-ckin’ with yall’ (n-gg-!)
we ain’t f-ckin’ with yall’

[verse 2: hodgy beats]
f-ck everybody else, all hodgy need is left
break it down on the stoop, rollin’ up on the stairs
smokin’ up a lotta’ weed, chillin’ with domo g
buying dog for the feed, mellowhigh till i read
r.i.p on my grave, n-gg- still gettin’ paid
family got it made, haters still talkin’ sh-t
but that ain’t meanin’ much, b-tch n-gg- meet em’ up
i shoot him with -in his face and leave his –
poppin’ rubberbands (what!?)
poppin’ rubberbands (what!?)
wolf gang run tonight n-gg- m-th-‘ f-ck your clan
gettin’ money payin’ uncle sam
on the canvas cam, wait till i paint the sand (yeea!)
on the beach, on the atlas where ya’ hands can’t reach (yeea!)
pay for my hotel ticket, she gon’ suck my d-ck at least (yeea!)
bought my car, only broke n-gg-s lease, i got your b-tch on a leash
and her perfume on my fleece, shes sweet like reecees

you know we takin’ shots (what?!)
know we takin’ shots (what?!)
empty the clip, reload that b-tch (brrrrrroooop)
know we takin’ shots, n-gg-s know we takin’ shots
know we takin’ shots (what?!)
empty the clip, reload that b-tch
know we takin’ shots
(we ain’t f-ckin’ with yall’)
(we ain’t f-ckin’ with yall’)



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