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q da fool - fuck up the mall lyrics

[intro]
100 round gun
b-tch, i’m heroin on a spoon
i’m dope

[verse 1]
i f-ck her, now she tapping out
s-x and that we chop it up
my life, i never planned it out
we living what we rapping ’bout
cooking crack and keeping count
get that brick and bust it down
catch a ? and skip the town
100 rounds, b-tch, i got ?
? when we come around
your main b-tch, she suck me down
?
hang with k!llers, cannot hang with clowns
i got the stove, i got the pot, i think i need an apr-n now
i got the clip, i got the glock, get the addy, knock ’em down
i’m just thinking out loud, these lil n-ggas actin’ out
? know how to fight
don’t let that n-gga knock you out
be careful what you say, n-gga
? on that spray, n-gga
i’m on that track with zay, n-gga
you know this tape worth eight figures
my mama tryna save n-ggas
i’m just tryna to take n-ggas
can’t no n-gga play with me, i’m certified using that k, n-gga
you beef with rich shooters?
nah, you better pray, n-gga
50 bags i can blow on clothes
that’s just in the safe, n-gga

[chorus]
f-ck up the mall
lately i’ve been showing off
make your b-tch l!ck my b-lls
this section 8 is continental now
? b-tch, i’m in and out (i’m in and out)
but the ‘rari ?, i’m in and out (skrrrrr)
fell in love with selling bags in streets, turn me out
oh, oh, oh, oh
n-gga jumped off the porch and went to sell the ounce
ounce, ounce, ounce, ounce

[verse 2]
i’ve been running into trouble since the f-cking ?
mama used to beat my -ss, that sh-t made me crazy
n-gga, rest in peace to ?, showed me my first brick
and n-gga rest in peace to bobby, let me shoot my first stick
?
my own family, they k!ll my family, n-gga try to murk me
and my mama used to say my father name cursed me
and my grandfather said “you can pay for all ?”
rich shooters keep a gun, n-gga, where we all sleep
will i live, will i die, n-gga, that’s beyond me
but that ? yes that’s all me
can’t f-ck with these ? n-ggas, rob em all week
if my bullets hit yo sh-t, n-gga, please don’t call me
? 24/7, no sleep
?
we be f-ckin’ checks up, we got keys to the streets

- q da fool lyrics

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