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nef the pharaoh & shootergang kony - sig n a draky lyrics

[intro]
aye, aye
bop bop
aye, aye
ss one g and it’s slapstick, f-ck wrong wit’ me
t-tre made the m-th-f-ckin’ b-beat

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
i been the field like all day
task force on me i ain’t even hit broadway
i’m up gang (up gang)
y’all know what it is, take a n-gga out his sh-t i just get it how i live
don’t get close to me
little thooter keep approachin’ me
i don’t love the b-tch i just cherish how she go for me
likewise, vice versa
i’m eatin’ that jody it’s skinny, but fat joe make you lean back
shooter’s diss with a topic, blow me
love pink sweats so you actin’ like you know me
b-tch, kony cats the [?], f-ck kony but ain’t never had ss d-ck
give it both ways
he was mk hit him both ways
foreplay need the f-ckin’ sh-t like she go g-y
stick talkin’, ever seen a blood crip walkin’?
i take time when i squeeze like wrist watchin, n-gga
f-ck you b-tch pay me
only thing i love is a cig and a drakey
aye, n-gga turn on the a/c
must not know beyoncé can’t replace me
b-tch please
what’s your service to me?
you open up your legs so i gotta see that currency baby
what you can’t comprehend
i was f-ckin’ wit’ a five ’til she [?] at my head, lil [?]

[verse 2: nef the pharoah]
i’m a hitech sippa’ i don’t f-ck around with broot port rémy on a b-tch just to get her in the mood
‘member i was down bad in the same pair of shoes
still he quick wit’ some game that’ll have me in the suit
i could talk a dean into sellin’ me a school
and i could talk a teacher into callin’ red blue
nef a real p i ‘on’t need no help
game so good make a b-tch beat herself
chang chang rock a party wit’ a glock in his belt
yellin’ f-ck yo’ dead homie and the shots that he felt
have you ever seen a patek on a codeine addict?
dummy try to take it and i ain’t missin’ roger rabbit
like g-eazy i’m a savage ain’t really wit’ the static
i need my ak that b-tch over dramatic
how yo’ baby daddy broke and you havin’ no funds
made a quick 50k off a thirty day run
made it back to the crib, tucked twenty fo’ my son
that’s a rainy day stash, you ain’t never had one
raise yo’ hand when you talk to a boss, b-tch i’m deebo
curse a lil n-gga like i’m puttin’ into chico
the hoe half white have mex call her chico
she be off the sauce and the spice it pico
n-gga, oh
chang chang go crazy the only thing i love is a cig and a drakey bop bop (bop bop)
dumb b-tch gon’ pay me
kids on her face i ain’t givin’ her babies
lockjaw
d-ck dub like the eighties
gave her dumb backshots lil baby was cakey (ugh, ugh)

[outro: omb peezy]
know what i’m sayin’
whole gang hit that b-tch
lil b-tch was kinda thick back there, you know what i’m sayin’
so we had to run up in that b-tch like a ‘reighttrain, ya hear me
but you already know what the f-ck it is man
lil kony, ya hear me
nef the m-th-f-ckin’ pharoah, ya hear me
they in this m-th-f-cka’ doin’ the m-th-f-ckin’ thing
you know my name
peezy peter peezy p-eva p-pick-a-peppa
pickin’ his brain apart and put him back togetha’
‘mon’ bro
we in this b-tch, ya hear me
f-ck a n-gga

- nef the pharaoh shootergang kony lyrics

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