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mori briscoe - both ways lyrics

[verse 1: vine shotz]
said i ain’t ‘bout to play with these n+ggas
hit him up if he be bangin’ with n+ggas
my ooters pull up and they aimin’ at n+ggas
these b+tches, pull up and they layin’ with n+ggas
sl+ts, give her henny to get in her guts
and you gotta give head, that’s a must
catch a [?] then it’s right to the bus
f+ckin’ b+tches then go, why would i trust?
n+ggas mad, n+ggas watchin’ me get in my bag
i’m tryna get it, put gang on the map
[?] got the chop, hit him right in his cap
n+ggas be geekin’ when they hear me rap
we got the b+tches, the money, the pack
and if i’m in spot b+tches throwin’ it back
n+ggas they rappin’ that really the facts
money and [?] the opps in the back
i might slide with sleeze, they uppin’ the makk
if my n+ggas get up, we not comin’ back
my n+ggas tired of livin’ like that
the was comin’ though throwin’ so we throwin’ back
we got the knockers that will leave him flat
rest in peace [?], we still throw up the hat
one in the head, i ain’t c+ckin’ it back
first n+gga to pull up, empty out the strap
wait, uh, lemme switch it up
if you not talkin’ money can’t sit wit’ us
said i only wanna f+ck on the baddies
after that, fly out way in cali
catch a shot if you talkin’ on mali
thirties [?], if i pull up wit’ stally
catch a shot if you talkin’ on mali
thirties [?], if i pull up wit’ stally
never switchin’ up
said we 74ram, ain’t no givin’ up
catch a opp and these bullets gon’ send him up
we get up on him these bullets gon’ finish him
talkin’ on bro then you know that we clippin’ him
like it’s madden we runnin’ and blitzin’ ‘em
gang, gang
like it’s madden we runnin’ and blitzin’ ‘em
[verse 2: mori briscoe]
when you go on my side [?] ‘em
bodies pilin’, they look like locked up
if you talkin’ on nick, get you packed up
p+ssy, you ain’t a threat or a factor
you ain’t never sh+t, why you frontin’?
6trey, ebk, how i’m comin’
last n+gga died ‘cause we saw he was bluffin’
you can slide if you want but we clutchin’
p+ssy, you ain’t a threat, no
how you tough on the net though?

[verse 3: vine shotz & mori briscoe]
when ram slide better get low
bullets rip through his chest, woah
bet they [?], my name ringin’ bells
f+ck around you gon’ end up like mellz
f+ck them n+ggas got hit wit’ a sh+ll
run up on me and get pinned like a nail

[verse 4: mori briscoe]
and them blixky n+ggas they don’t play
they know they can slide up any day
[?] on the .80 like it’s laser tag, it’s a small chance he get away
i told dolo pull up wit’ the strap
spinnin’ through the fort, like where they at?
i heard drizzy got them n+ggas aggy
told ‘em n+ggas go and get back
but they ain’t gon’ slide for their mans, no
you ain’t gon’ ride for your mans?
is you ready to die for your mans? no
send him to god and his mans
drop the rake and we gon’ get him brushed
i’m a demon so i can’t get touched
n+ggas know my body, boy, don’t f+ck around, i feel anxious that’s when i’ma dump

- mori briscoe lyrics

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