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nedarb – hssb lyrics

[intro: atomos khan]
i’mma air ’em out like a fan
i’mma jack-ss like bam

[hook: atmos khan]
lil’ b-tch off a perc, she can’t stand
[?] sippin’ syrup, f-ck a xan
that b-tch n-gga purp on my man
i’mma pull up in that ‘vert like what’s happenin’
lil’ b-tch off a perc, she can’t stand
[?] sippin’ syrup, f-ck a xan
that b-tch n-gga purp on my man
i’mma pull up in that ‘vert like what’s happenin’

[verse 1: black kray]
i don’t f-ck with hoes, f-ck with n-ggas ’cause they purp
beatin’ up the pan [?] the glock in her purse
if the cops come, [?] the glizzy in her purse
all my n-ggas syrup-pourin’ mud [?]
talk down on gang, get the shot where it hurt
talk down on gang, then we poppin’ like a perc’
poppin’ like a [?], poppin’ like a [?]
f-ck what they say ’bout me, the money twerk

[hook: atmos khan]
lil’ b-tch off a perc, she can’t stand
[?] sippin’ syrup, f-ck a xan
that b-tch n-gga purp on my man
i’mma pull up in that ‘vert like what’s happenin’

[verse 2: luckaleannn]
pull up in that ‘vert like what’s happenin’
on the block, n-ggas stay trappin’
wakin’ up, 6 am get to rappin’
not talkin’ to the mic when i’m rappin’
n-ggas talkin’, n-gga’s acting f-ckin’ actress
f-ck her frontwards, f-ck her backwards on a mattress
mac-10, lay it down on the mattress
got the choppa, that sh-t automatic

[verse 3: marcy mane]
30, 30, shorty dirty out the mud
hit her from the back, put my thumb in her b-tt
need to wear a condom
don’t wanna catch nothin’ from these sl-ts
yeah she diggin’ me now watch me hit my f-ckin’ dub
digged up, she off the liq’ and c0ke and some other drugs
heavy thuggin’ all day, do what i want
coolin’ with the gang, we gon’ smoke a thousand blunts
sniper in the cut gon’ smoke you like a blunt

[verse 4: atmos khan]
please don’t make me [?] ’cause my n-ggas gon’ [?]
[?] on the verse ’cause i’m always makin’ [?]
[?] go to work for my n-ggas that’s the plan
i’mma pull up in that ‘vert [?]
i’m with goth money in l.a, we gettin’ bands
don’t talk to me ’cause you know we not friends
[?] done flipped a couple racks, straight from cali [?]
gon’ be out in europe [?]

[verse 5: bootychaaain]
now we on your b-tch
n-ggas on that other sh-t
n-ggas on that buddy sh-t
i ain’t with that funny sh-t
you f-ckin’ with the muddy clique, f-cking with the money clique
you know my n-ggas getting sick
all my b-tches gettin’ rich
[?] b-tches do the splits
what, you wanna cop a zip?
you know my n-ggas got it b-tch
f-ckin’ with the gwallah clique
you know my n-ggas got it b-tch

[verse 6: la goony chonga]
gwallah gang movement
lgc baby, all these hoes is fugazey
i don’t give a f-ck, i make the money the money don’t make me
godd-mn b-tch, i’m swaggin’ wit’ the baby
lgc baby, been yo’ mommy since the 80’s
but i was born in the 90’s, and you b-tches scary, won’t fight me
gwallah gang international, gettin’ rich, that’s very likely

- nedarb lyrics

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