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mike shabb - 12 york st lyrics

[verse]
ayo
all black mask with the dark locs
the city jail left your lady heart broke
smoking gary paytons that’s 400 on the barcode
white b+tches love me like i’m jack harlow
these n+ggas stack bottles, my youngin pack hollows
when you see me i’m [?] with them mask goggles
rest in peace my crodie, know this sh+t for you
i’m doing it for us, i’m doing it for us
i did this sh+t off trust, i did this sh+t off love
the money ain’t a thing, but this sh+t a must
this sh+t for life ’cause if it’s up, it’s stuck
play your position, on god you gon’ get your cut
these b+tches tryna f+ck, they tryna get my nut
these n+ggas want me dead, they think my sh+t is luck
if you up then you better bust it
i can’t think twicе about repercussions
i’m smoking reefers by thе dozen
my lil’ crodie don’t care, he’ll shoot your lady baby cousin
i’m at the spot, sh+t smelling like a baby in the oven
police on the block, they tryna make assumptions
my junkie smoking rocks for personal consumption
my crodie nineteen, he certified for dumping
this choppa left a n+gga fried like some dumplings (gat+gat+gat+gat+gat)

- mike shabb lyrics

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