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rc - lougarou lyrics

[verse 1: main rugar]
b+tch, don’t play with me, we f+ckin’ out the gate
jit minor league, b+tch, i’m really out your lane
i got the game from some old n+ggas
you gotta watch all these old n+ggas
sh+t crazy, i got crossed out by my own n+gga
got that laser, i’ma blow it at your dome, n+gga
i ain’t gon’ save her, i’ma send that p+ssy home, n+gga
had to hit the innocent, you hit the wrong n+gga
ain’t n0body innocent, you gettin’ blowed, n+gga
i got them zombies, they ready to change the score, n+gga
i got them zombies ready to eat his face, ayy
glock johnnie cochran, i beat the case
boy, you know i got that glock and it gon’ еat your face, uh
i got them zombies rеady to eat your face, ayy
boy, i got them zombies ready to eat your face, ayy
boy, i got them zombies ready to eat your face, ayy
boy, i got them zombies, eat your face soon as you play
[verse 2: c glizzy]
bustin’ plays, servin’ j’s, 2736
this the life of a youngin who had grew up in the bricks
n+gga ain’t never had sh+t, never had a pot to p+ss
so when i see you in the mix, run up, n+gga, give me that
what the f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? you ain’t never had them racks
we had went up top, we had hit for them racks
your b+tch thought i was santa how i pulled up with that sack
where you goin’? never lack, in the city, keep your gat
i ain’t friendly, keep a gat, one false move, bust your ass
in the city duckin’ task, gang task want me bad
can’t leave the house without the soulja rag
carbine 9 do the ‘nolia clap
i ain’t feel it, don’t give me dap
could get you whacked right off the map
put sh+t to sleep, i ain’t talkin’ nap
fat still in the f+ckin’ trap

[verse 3: rc]
trap jumpin’, i’m still here
troll plottin’, i’m still here
n+ggas rappin’, i’m still here
shallow threat don’t instill fear
hollow tips, bet they shed tears
somethin’ like a young old n+gga
heard the zombies want your soul, n+gga
reaper callin’, gotta go, n+gga
go’n ‘head eat his face off
clear mind, knock your top off
hole in one, this is not golf
it’s too many ways to get you knocked off
n+ggas p+ssy, they won’t pop off
different breed, i’m a top dog
if it bleed, then it’s not god

- rc lyrics

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