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pg youngann - mission lyrics

i seen him dissin’ on the gram but i ain’t say nothin’
i heard your dog got wacked and he ain’t spray none
i can’t be beefin’ with no n-gga who quick to snitch
okay, you shot a couple n-ggas but you a snitch
i seen my dog turn p-ssy bout a b-tch
old tellin’ -ss n-gga why you switch
i pop a perc and then i hit the k!ll switch
like d-mn my n-gga, i’m the one put you on missions
you quick to bang out, least i know you still with it
you quick to bang out, least i know you still with it

you could say that i’m an artist i ill-strate
every beat i get on i picture paint
i woke up mad like what i wanna die today
you gonna need surgery 556 knock yo sh-t outta place
he still my dog and i love him but he got cricket ways
forever pistol gang f-ck them jits from cross the way
i bet i pull up in the wraith
i’m just tryin’ to see better days
h-ll nah i can’t catch a case
spray a n-gga like come mace
free cj up out the cage
opps are smokin’ whats his name
i bet you n-ggas feel my pain
i bet you n-ggas feel my pain
if you ain’t steppin’ bout it n-gga then it’s f-ck it
and if you ever step for me then you my brother
my n-gga told me stop that beefin’ and get money
but how i’m gonna put the gun down when i know some n-ggas want me
i love my momma and i’il say it in every song
momma the one who taught me you can’t be right when doin’ wrong
my auntie gone so every day i live it up
if you ain’t gettin’ no money you livin’ for nothing
jit you can’t be broke you need to get your funds up
i’m the jit who fell in love with doin’ hot stuff
i’m slingin’ metal ‘case a n-gga wanna act up
if i don’t know you f-ck your doubt n-gga back up
i know i rap but i don’t really be on friendly stuff
i know i rap but i don’t really be on friendly stuff
you the type of n-gga out here kidnappin’ hoes
that p-ssy [?] after i beat she gotta go
back then i want to f-ck the hoe, but not no more
dropped outta school started clutchin’ poles
i was seven thowin’ fours
what you think i’m gangsta for
remember eating four for fours
i moved to georgia started robbin’ n-ggas, kicking doors
38 snub nose, 38 snub nose
whatchu’ think i kept it for, whatchu’ think i kept it for

- pg youngann lyrics

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