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records by anwar carrots - carrots cypher lyrics

[intro]
1mtha1 knockin’!

[verse 1: spank nitti james]
would’ve swooped her, she ain’t just got a shape, she got dimples
with a shooter, he ain’t just got a j, he got dribbles
trap spot got everything, we got drank, we got skittles
we got yay’, we got [?], all break downs and swivels
last n+gga misbehaved, lost his chain and got riddled
they know how the game came, we gave fades and popped pistols
it’ll be teddy bears and flowers, decorate the hospital
they don’t want us to pull up over there and make they block wiggle

[verse 2: yms jaay]
we gon’ make they block wiggle, tryna make her ass jiggle
she a bad b+tch, but she too stuck up on her last pickle
i ain’t average, the hottest n+gga trooping in the set
living reck’, when she find out i’m a shotta, she get wet
and i’m a problem, i promote the violence, peering out a view
all the drama, i’m at maggiano’s, picking out the suit
i’m in the trenches, getting freaky b+tches, off with greedy
and when you ask about him, they gon’ say “that young n+gga the truth”

[verse 3: john mackk]
used to love squeezing guns, it was a fetish
used to hover out the window with a weapon
big sweet, turn a b+tch diabetic
i don’t care if she was cold as a b+tch, i wouldn’t sweat her
lil’ brody crazy, he been really moving reckless
he did a drill and left his hammer at his granny’s
told lil’ brody, “start a frat” ’cause he been stepping
and he better keep his pole, ’cause outside, they tryna catch him
[verse 4: 03 greedo]
ayy, man, these ar+15, what the f+ck you mean? (ayy, ayy)
this ain’t no infrared beam, this sh+t money green (pshh)
i had to turtle sh+ll the coupe ’cause p+ssy n+ggas scheme (woah, woah)
you got a pint of wock’ on you, okay, you selling dreams (sellin’ dreams, yeah)
jay+z made the blueprint, guess i made the purple m+n+script (yeah, yeah, yeah)
first you buy the coupe, you bulletproof it, put a stash in, n+gga (woah, wanna see, yeah)
everyday my n+ggas tryna pass, i guess we passionate (woah)
won’t take her to mcdonald’s, but was always tryna mack a b+tch (yeah, yeah, yeah, 103, yeah)

[verse 5: buddy]
ayy, ayy, uh, i’m at little tokyo table tennis
eating raw coochie like it’s sushi, my favorite dinner
made n+gga, paid n+gga, f+ck being famous, n+gga
i did i everything i said, they can’t say i didn’t
pop up out the woodwork, know i got that good work
she want that white, she gotta pull up to the hood first
off that black betty, got a n+gga ’bout ready
ask guap’, ask [?], you can ask that n+gga seddy, uh

[verse 6: guapdad 4000]
b+tch, i’m cool as f+ck, way i move the truck, i need a cdl
stupid sh+t, like give a lil’ goofy b+tch a bbl
ken’ & kel, way i flip the beat, make a smashburger
had to program at la county for the last burner
had the stash money, cash money, i’m the hottest out
b+tches bring me chrome hearts hoodies i forgot about
drunk in tijuana, counting six thousand pesos
eating chicken wings then i’m back to san diego
[verse 7: kalan.frfr]
yeah, gas like my b+tch, green light a p+ssy ass n+gga, he a b+tch (ayy)
b+tches talking ’bout me like i care, he a trick
ayy, b+tch, stop talking to me like i care, eat the d+ck
it ain’t fair, b+tch, i’m rich
he a blood, he a crip, he a pimp, no he not
she a sk+nk and i love it, i ain’t sh+t, she a thot
got margiela head to toe, b+tch, check the fit
if i tell yo’ b+tch “come on,” she gon’ get hit, yeah

[verse 8: wallie the sensei]
she came with you, i’m still on her
she see me, she a goner
i’m in arizona, two tall b+tches, they wanna bone
oh, you ain’t know yo’ b+tch a rat? if it quack, it’s a duck
all black in the truck, hoodied up, strap tucked
yeah, i’m a young old n+gga, might rock me a kangol
my new mexican b+tch p+ssy taste like a mango
do the dash, 107 down the [?] like i’m [?]
n+ggas fake hate a n+gga ’cause i’m going where they can’t go

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