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memothemafioso - 48 bars lyrics

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ima make a hunnid bandz by my f-ckin self
all i really need is guap, i want nothing else
you be talking h-lla crazy, need some f-cking help
better watch yo mouth, n who u dissin, before you ducking sh-lls

everybody love to hate when they take an l
i hit yo b-tch everyday if she suck it well
bet you prolly got no hoes, cuz u f-ck and tell
i’m the type to f-ck yo babymomma, keep it to myself

why you acting on a track, like its tv?
all my brothers popping out, like its 3d
they be hating, but they really wanna be me
i feel like john cena cuz they never wanna see me

talk sh-t in every song, it’s a diss track
but if you dissin on my name you get b-tch slapped
if u really want my fade we can get that
bzy got tha strap, h-ll knock ya homies sh-t back

why they braggin bouta 4, but only dropped 2?
broke boy smoking blacks like the cops do
n if you rocking wit the opps, you get mopped too
big brodie pull up wit the glocks, and the chops too

you got straps, but you never doing nothing wit it
stop posing for tha gram, always bluffin wit it
back then, i remember you was never wit it
talking bout licks, but we all know that you never hit it

b-tch i been about my sh-t, it ain’t nothing new
i remember selling packs in my middle school
n if we talking bout licks, bet i hit a few
n if i licked you, you should know it’s cuz i needed too

b-tch i got 2 hands, i don’t need a tool
sock him out lunch time, while he eating food
i ain being rude, b-tch i’m jus speaking truth
got yo main hoe on my d-ck, and she eat it too

good brain, i can’t f-ck wit no dumb b-tch
i swear to god i’m allergic to a b-m b-tch
treat money like some p-ssy, make it c-m quick
i ain’t f-cking wit no broke b-tch, wit no blue strips

she ain bringing me no bread, then she useless
dumb hoes h-lla broke cuz they clueless
why u flexin wit a gun? u never shoot sh-t
stakx h-lla eazy wit a straps, he be ruthless

i ain rollin wit a b-tch less she ride wit me
when tha time come, b-tch a better slide wit me
pistol in her purse, bet she do tha time for me
if we gotta buss, than i know tha b-tch a die for me

i ain lying bout dis sh-t, i could show u
u throwing dirt on my name, that’s what hoes do
who ever dissin on the bros, they some hoes too
why the f-ck u speaking on our names, we don know you, b-tch

- memothemafioso lyrics

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