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members only group - cul-de-sac lyrics

[intro: arto]
if young ayrick don’t trust i’m gon shoot you

[hook: jarqaref]
eyes on the prize, ain’t no cul+de+sac
arto on artworks, go cop him a bag
put on the goatee while writing my raps
talk on my fam, you’ll make me attack
fire in the booth, put m.o on the map
f+ck being sober, gotta relapse
they want me to chill, i can not relax
reply to these hoes, promoting the caps
eyes on the prize, ain’t no cul+de+sac
arto on artworks, go cop him a bag
put on the goatee while writing my raps
talk on my fam, you’ll make me attack
fire in the booth, put m.o on the map
f+ck being sober, gotta relapse
they want me to chill, i can not relax
reply to these hoes, promoting the caps

[verse 1: yrz momed]
momed is back n+ggas get clapped
smoking till my chest get cr+pped
not in ssz cuz you actin’ wack
my plug is ata he bring me packs
in the cut like fredo, rest in peace
zip these bodies and go to take a p+ss
doin’ this sh+t with bluvercetti
i met him in krj on blue mercedes
room full of smoke
smokin’ till im choked
opps’ life is a f+cking joke
they just brag i’m like ok
that’s m.o. with them 223’s
mess with us, your life in a risk
we got hunnid bands on our wrists
last one roasted after he dissed
find you in a bright day, sunday, monday, everday
yeah
yeah
got plas on my side, he’s so بلا
i said my plug name is ata
we smoke chemical and you know the rest
change the route from gorgan, we goin’ west
shoot kermanshah and k!ll da lore
they scared cuz momed knockin’ on a door
and you fatass, you may get hurt
leave your ass in a dirt
yeah
yeah
n+gga i’m in rasht
with ricky we gotta pile of ashes
all my shooters from باغ وحش
i heard you verse, it was so trash
zabolish mobster feeling like tony
tell these n+ggas don’t act so phony
f+gs thinking they are true
take my b+lls and chew
respected in the field
cuz i created zabol drill
yeah
[hook: ayrick & jarqaref]
eyes on the prize, ain’t no cul+de+sac
arto on artworks, go cop him a bag
put on the goatee while writing my raps
talk on my fam, you’ll make me attack
fire in the booth, put m.o on the map
f+ck being sober, gotta relapse
they want me to chill, i can not relax
reply to these hoes, promoting the caps
eyes on the prize, ain’t no cul+de+sac
arto on artworks, go cop him a bag
put on the goatee while writing my raps
talk on my fam, you’ll make me attack
fire in the booth, put m.o on the map
f+ck being sober, gotta relapse
they want me to chill, i can not relax
reply to these hoes, promoting the caps

[verse 2: ayrick]
i’mma freestyle this whole thing
when aref return it’s قیامت no sh+t
these b+tches throwin’ shots, but they all gone miss
you know when the shooty arrives, we all gon’ drift
these pimps gain attention cuttin’ their wrists
thank god, praise the lord, cause arash exists
opinion on us? who the f+ck told you to think?
m.o in fierro, explore it like an addict
there’s a lot of people jumping on my d+ck
coming for the block, you know we all are equipped
done blind talking, ima show you in the field
ain’t no motherf+cker as fly as kid rick
aref and yrz, it’s already a hit
but let these freestyle bars get over your head
simps everywhere, and once they all quit
they gon’ tell you that they don’t f+ck with no b+tch
[hook: ayrick & jarqaref]
eyes on the prize, ain’t no cul+de+sac
arto on artworks, go cop him a bag
put on the goatee while writing my raps
talk on my fam, you’ll make me attack
fire in the booth, put m.o on the map
f+ck being sober, gotta relapse
they want me to chill, i can not relax
reply to these hoes, promoting the caps
eyes on the prize, ain’t no cul+de+sac
arto on artworks, go cop him a bag
put on the goatee while writing my raps
talk on my fam, you’ll make me attack
fire in the booth, put m.o on the map
f+ck being sober, gotta relapse
they want me to chill, i can not relax
reply to these hoes, promoting the caps

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