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nunnie da iii - gametime lyrics

[verse 1: nunnie da iii]
like what’s up wit’ this lil’ n+gga, why he always on d+ck?
like i ain’t punch him in his sh+t
n+gga never did nothin’, he just wanna diss
he was comin’ from school, we beat him on his strip
lil’ boy wanna chat, talkin’ like he crazy but that n+gga never got back
he lucky that he not a pack, he a little kid who trolls and just wanna rap
ville n+ggas thinkin’ sh+t a game, white savv died they ain’t do a thing
y’all n+ggas never put in pain, just a bunch of bums wearin’ fake chains
mellz died tried get some b+tt
ems came, had to scr+pe him up
why these n+ggas talkin’ like they tough? they just sit back, they ain’t do enough
like, y’all ain’t do nun’ for nay, if he ain’t say wooo hе’d be here today
mdot in thе back, he shootin’ like he klay
and i got the .30, we not ’bout to play
like hol’ on
face shots out to quay
yo we to the g, need to get back for tay
kdot got shot, he was runnin’ away
they keep sayin’ my name, all these n+ggas is g+y
glah

[verse 2: jah savv]
i can’t wait ’til that lil’ n+gga die
that’s mali, i’m fried
he tried to run and got sent to his guys
steady postin’, hit ’em on they side
he can’t run if this glizz got a beam
i threw ten and got low from the scene
i brought izzy bm to the p’s, now you beefin’ wit’ me for a treesh
[verse 3: kay glizz]
and boomer got left in the streets
glah
glah, glah, boom
kay glizz
i got thirty in it for the opposition who be dissin’ us
wagstars, they know how we give it up
we get the lo’, we gon’ slide up, we hit it up
they throw shots and miss
we throw shots, someone gettin’ hit
mali, boogie, ted, stuff ’em in a spliff
ain’t nowhere to run, them hollows heat his skin
why the f+ck is you yellin’ out wooo if you know that’s the opps?
d+ckhead, where the f+ck was ya knocks?
these lil’ n+ggas tryna be sumn’ they not
i’m wit’ nunnie fl!ckin’ up the block
we wit’ savage tryna see a dizzy drop
smokin’ malachi, this sh+t is hot
sh+t is gettin’ slime, wipin’ n+ggas snot (like glah)
glizzy wit’ me, he move around wit’ curry
it’s thirty in it, ain’t no worry
thinkin’ ’bout pushin’ up you gettin’ buried
spot opps, they shot, no mercy
savage was dippin’ like he in a hurry
last opp screamed out “don’t hurt me”
opp thot all on my body, she thirsty

- nunnie da iii lyrics

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