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pgf mooda – really active lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go
(fatman, you did this?)
we gon’ sit you down, we got ar switches, we got, we got hundred rounds, go
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (they got wooskii on the mix)
go, go, go, go, go

[chorus]
heard he a stand up n+gga, well we gon’ sit him down
we got ar switches, we got glocks and we got hundred rounds
we put belt up on the opps, they can move up out of town
we just jokin’, playin’, now his face it got a frown
yeah, i’m the type to get up on your ass and tap the switch
startin’ five shooter, they ain’t know i ain’t never on the bench
i’m the type to hawk you down, ain’t the type to call a blitz
i’m the type to wait outside his crib and you the type to snitch
[verse]
i apply that pressure, all i know is spin, yeah, i get busy
i told nuk to grab the chopper while i grab [?] glock with fifty
please don’t speak up on no switches, pgf, b+tch, we got plenty
b+tton boys, i tap the switch, less than a minute it was empty
we them real sliders, since i started rappin’, yeah, i stopped
used to post up all day, ‘member trappin’ on the block
og say, “come in the crib,” i’m tryna put sh+t up on fox
i got my first glock, it was on, i started spinnin’ nonstop
outside waitin’ on n+gga’s crib, then i when up there to knock
i got the drop, them n+ggas out, i came through lettin’ off them shots
he be tryna image, actin’ gangster, that he really not
i don’t even need my glock, if he ain’t got it we can box, on gang

[chorus]
heard he a stand up n+gga, well we gon’ sit him down
we got ar switches, we got glocks and we got hundred rounds
we put belt up on the opps, they can move up out of town
we just jokin’, playin’, now his face it got a frown
yeah, i’m the type to get up on your ass and tap the switch
startin’ five shooter, they ain’t know i ain’t never on the bench
i’m the type to hawk you down, ain’t the type to call a blitz
i’m the type to wait outside his crib and you the type to snitch, go



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