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rob liberachi - john wick lyrics

[verse]
i ain’t talking bout no homi n+ggas know i made a k!lling
straight on dealing with these n+ggas ion care bout how they feeling
cause most these n+ggas snakes i got smith so i’m willing
to put metal to a n+gga t++th they think that’s a filling
we in all b+lack come get y’all t+o+p capped
the feds catch us we gone split heat spray where he at
think we lack h+i+p where i keep the g+at
no c+ap we sliding if you down with o+p+p pack
she say every time i see you boy you always buying whip
stay ready to k!ll for yo dog like you john wick
gave me coke head then she hit a n+gga line quick
she think cause i cracked she the one i’m posed to bond with
hoe that’s nonsense that you thinking you can be with me
the only hoes cuffing n+ggas boy we call them dpd
i’m like a a student with a hoe she won’t leave me be
now she let me see her whole body that’s cause she need e
popped her like e when i f’d just to keep it g
they think i’m a pacifist cause i keep the piece with me
n+gga try to pass a fist to me imma squeeze the heat
moving weight ah pass a physical how bro feed the street
ben frank always been a hunnid it’s just you and me
hit the mic and speak on dead presis that’s a eulogy
brody stacked a 60 still was sn+tching n+ggas jewelry
if a n+gga snitching we gone show him where that tool ah be
he on 12 time 2 arms pointing at his top
they think we keep 40$ how we make them ratchets pop
they ain’t throwing coochie hit the clinic what you catching hot
tryna tell the difference they think me and brody matching glock
i won’t pay no hoes i don’t owe them baby call lamar
girly raving like it’s football watch me ball tomorrow
and the clip got h+lla rounds n+ggas think we bought the bar
false alarm claiming you a shooter you was taught to spar
he say he gone put you on you believe hype
i go up and put shine on the bottom like a streetlight
why he wife this girly in my face i’m what she like
this paper have her coming right over like a rewrite
old flame texting me i miss you ion dm ex hoes
talking tough over the net till we see him exposed
boy i used to handle bars like a bmx rolls
in my pocket they can’t stop it cause i need them next pros
go ed with that edd we eddys
and i got some n+ggas throwing 5s like they hot and readys
and when i slid on meechie it was in impala chevys
it was one up in the heady i ain’t have to c+ck the semis
since yo strap a camera n+gga take a selfie
call yourself a demon we gone put you right where h+ll be
nothing you can tell me
when i rap i turn to mayweather when i’m tryna drop a lp

- rob liberachi lyrics

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