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real bad man & yungmorpheus - with a flick of the wrist lyrics

[intro]
[?]

[verse 1: yungmorpheus]
left hand twirl, was smokin’ in castles
[?] p+ssy ain’t always worth the hassle
i was takin’ on burdens that i couldn’t handle
know this cracker’s only interested when it’s scandal
made a play that had stunted my growth
i need a band and a half, two+hundred to go
i was tryna find a sp+ce that would calm me down
i don’t think that n0body fightin’ [?] now
i was labelled a hater over the sermon
you might have to sn+tch it even if you earned it
used to do it all one way, now it’s different
new joints in the spice rack for the kitchen
shorty know god d+mn well why a n+gga distant
sandman soul sleep for the chicken
nine grams in the pea coat from the wish list
he ain’t ’bout to do nothin’, look, he a b+tch

[chorus: yungmorpheus & grip]
n+ggas be foldin’, i can’t trust ’em (i can’t trust ’em)
turned down shorty, i should’ve f+cked her
ain’t takin meetings alone, i need a buffer
might got a lil’ somethin’ tucked in the puffer, word
n+ggas be foldin’, i can’t trust ’em (i can’t trust ’em)
turned down shorty, i should’ve f+cked her
ain’t takin meetings alone, i need a buffer (yeah)
might got a lil’ somethin’ tucked in the puffer, word (look)
[verse 2: grip]
exchangin’ bucks for ice, we don’t discuss the price
sevens when i touch the dice, hmm, must be nice
you be f+cked for life if you like, “will luck suffice?”
hustler’s vice, never enough, up the heist
[?] hit a l!ck on this rap game
the same one i constantly have to lift, i got back pains
plus, i don’t like to attract fame and n+ggas act strange
get these raps, kick my feet up and let my hat hang
’cause panickin’ for c+notes get to damagin’ your ego
any chance to get a kilo and you channelin’ pacino
the world is yours, nothin’ in life is handed to you free though
now i be gettin’ throat in miami like marino
’cause i danced with the devil, advanced a few a levels
i made enough to bust down a band and a bezel
hatin’ on that typa time, i got other plans on my schedule
you couldn’t dig this sh+t if it was sand with a shovel, grip

- real bad man yungmorpheus lyrics

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