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reubgang yp - so clueless lyrics

[intro:]

keep it on da low’

[bridge:]

uh’
if i call my n+gga ace yeah he gone blow
caught you hating yeah i send it on da low’
you left me down on my ass when i was broke
told you my goals then you took me ass a joke’

[verse:]

pimp die, 44 die, and i ain’t know
you left me hangin’ yeah you had me looking slow
i hope you feel it i put my pain in every song
i think about you every wood that i blow’
i know my n+gga roug gone forever ride fa me
why you tell you that you love me, and you lied ta me
i even put you on my back, and let you cry ta me
i miss you but our love forever dead ta me’
knock the change out yo pocket, like the bank close
i’m sick asl i lost ten out this bank roll, the k then knock his screws loose like a halo
and if you ever speak on que you betta lay low’
who the f+ck you talking to ?
i been ah big dawg
i know he over there sick, because i’m getting off
if you ain’t even talking money, we can’t even talk
my n+gga roug, he hawk em down and let that .40 spark
and if he talking gun play, then we gone let em have it
k make em disappear like we doing magic, fee his car 32 caught em out in traffic
you know i’m from the red+zone, so p+ssy what’s braxkin’ ?
you betta chill that sh+t out with the loose lips’
i got sum young wild k!llas, that love ta shoot sh+t
i pray ta god you don’t slide in that lil fusion’
i have this choppa size em up just like ah ruler
32 shots no magic johnson, we gone get ta shootin’
fa the n+ggas acting tuff, we gone bust they medulla
y’all boys was never hard, yeah y’all never shoot sh+t
so i need y’all ta stop cappin’
cause y’all had me clueless, yeah y’all had me clueless
produced by low so ima do the song
yeah that’s my right hand mans, so ima let it blow
middle finger ta all my opps, yeah they dead broke
i got the feds made i made it, they won’t leave me alone
faded off that wockhardt, i’m high it got me leaning
took five ta co lawyer, yeah that other case he beat it
slap the drum up on the chop, it ain’t my fault that i mistreat it
quarterback it, i receive it, ta you yeah them bullet speedin’

- reubgang yp lyrics

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