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richh – tweak lyrics

attention attention n+gga
+is this glvck+
h+ll no
this a f+ckin’ boroside production

(chorus)
huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit em for me
n+ggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
i don’t play wit that p+ssy she give it to me
wit a forty in hand imma madman
don’t you mention my n+ggas that’s dead man
smokin’ these n+ggas like redman
you ain’t spinnin’ no block for your friends

(verse 1: richh)
these n+ggas they know what i mean
definitely coming in threes
run up on n+ggas and squeeze
she pull down her pants she get on her knees
f+ck them [?]
i tatted my bro on my sleeve
shootouts wit n+ggas in front of police
i do not care about dees
we hit em already they weak
we spinnin’ again repeat
i ain’t the n+gga who reach
walk wit it out i’m ready to tweak
i wanna f+ck on a freak
i wanna shoot up the streets
don’t panic i’m really a beast
[?] three ain’t givin’ em peace
he tryna run up he scary
put holes in his legs amri
f+cking his b+tch we sharin’
callin’ me p+ssy but n+gga you fear me
we shoot at the n+gga you [?]
only see me wit n+ggas who near me
i be talkin’ i hope that they hear me
i be talkin’ i hope that they hear me
hol’ on wait beneficial
he f+ck wit them n+ggas we hit him simple
i really be feenin’ for any issue
i start uping and flarin’ wit any pistol
bullets start burning thay never tickle
they make sure we send them to heaven wit you
can’t dance wit the forty i rather wiggle
pick a side and you better not pick the middle
(chorus)
huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit em for me
n+ggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
i don’t play wit that p+ssy she give it to me
wit a forty in hand imma madman
don’t you mention my n+ggas that’s dead man
smokin’ these n+ggas like redman
you ain’t spinnin’ no block for your friends

(bridge)
[?] won’t stop
who spin more blocks then flocks
four deep one car three [?]
we see them boys send shoots

(verse 2: fame kobaine)
and you know how we rock
i tell [?] pull up with the knots
007 when he shoot the chop
one eye open aiming at the opps
f+ck that shot cuz we going make it hot
i get money i don’t say a lot
might start running when you see a [?]
that boy gunin’ he ain’t miss a shot
y’all n+gga know how we g+ngb+ng
[?] do the same thing
we get the money and maintain
like who bent blocks like us
yea he broke, he mad, he stuck
little n+gga go get some bucks
that boy dead he can’t get up
i know bro wanna be me
i think his b+tch probably got me on repeat
better look up when you see me
[?]
no i’m not [?] but i’m wit [?]
[?]
let it go empty
(chorus)
huh never worry, shooter he wit me, he hit em for me
n+ggas be thinkin’ they gettin’ to me
i don’t play wit that p+ssy she give it to me
wit a forty in hand imma madman
don’t you mention my n+ggas that’s dead man
smokin’ these n+ggas like redman
you ain’t spinnin’ no block for your friends

- richh lyrics

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