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$not – combat lyrics

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[intro]
ayy, yuh

[verse]
ayy, these n+ggas ain’t ready for no combat (combat)
i pull out my tec, and my choppa (man down)
pray these n+ggas die, and they momma
i don’t want to talk unless we talking f+cking commas (ayy)
n+gga, i will steal your b+tch in my f+cking honda (honda)
gucci, louis, mixed with f+cking prada (yuh)
diamonds imported all the way from yokohama (ayy)
boys running out, so i take out my katana
watch out n+gga, it might f+cking chop ya
b+tch said she in love
i don’t speak no english, i say, “nada”
chilling with my n+ggas smoking ganja ([?])
in cuba, chilling with tupac in havana
f+cking that b+tch, yeah, rihanna, in my pumas
look at that n+gga (look at that)
put a hole in his head like a beluga (like a beluga)
beat that n+gga up like some tuna
smoking that n+gga up like a hookah (yeah)
[?] that b+tch like a ninja
b+tch, they call me $not, we [?], uh (yeah)
f+ck on that b+tch, then i leave her
n+ggas got me going super saiyan like vеgeta (vegeta)
i don’t f+ck with nonе of ya (nah)
i pull out my nina (ayy)
and i split these n+ggas up
automatic weapon hiding in my f+cking tommy trunk (tommy trunk)
i don’t know these n+ggas, n+ggas look like some f+cking punks
i take out my heater, then i put they bodies in the f+cking trunk
yuh



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