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rude wick - not rebirth lyrics

[intro]
free bg
free band group
free lil jake
free lil [?]
aight
free lil [?]

[verse]
n+gga try to buck
my trip is triple cross on every k!ll
mayday mayday i was near the dark
i think they need a pill
why these n+ggas keep mentioning me in these songs
but their sh+t dead, for real
sh+t’ll get your daddy spilled
sh+t’ll get your momma brrr+at
all that fake tough sh+t in your songs
i put that sh+t on [?]
come through slammin’ in a demon
i see an opp then i might k!ll a cat
sh+t not call of duty
can’t go to the buy station
buy your partner back
once that p+ssy n+gga dead
then you can’t get him back
tell the judge to free the real
and f+ck the fake, i can keep the rats
check the time it’s the a.m
and the ap in thе trap
7.62 blow like a bomb
i’m with a white boy call him tom
your hoe can’t act and i think shе dumb
whip it out put hit her on the tongue
who the f+ck say i don’t step
opps throw white flags just like the ref
i be tryna bump all day
i beep they phone they outta they depth
havin’ shootouts with my twinem
mad as f+ck cause i went there
5.56 sound like a bomb
9 milly’ll make sh+t tear
read between the lines
n+gga play with this sh+t just know he dead
talk about murder on my phone
i think a drive+by’s in my head
n+ggas clappin’ they bros in shootouts
[?]
yo, hold on
if he got a glock then we make him tear
he got a problem, yeah the boy is a p+ssy
cause he is opp and he ain’t try boogie
he a 550 and blood, he rookie
? so young bro took it
yeah
young bro spaz, huh?
young bro on your ass
same night they getting grass
young bro in the field
young bro tryna catch a k!ll
young bro tryna show you what it do
this sh+t body bag for real
back to back in black trucks
who the f+ck say rude ain’t in the view?
say what n+gga? tell that boy stop cappin’
every time they mention smoke n+gga
rude was in that static
i ain’t ever [?]
just know i’m at it
beat down they block these n+ggas scramblin’
hit they block with 7.62, blow down a n+gga pantry
boy can’t tear me on that gun
i know he got that pic from pinterest
b+tch
i ain’t stupid
buddy died thinkin’ with his d+ck
loverboy, you know he cupid
i’m not f+ckin’ with it
hate all that d+ckriding sh+t
you need to stop it
need to quit your rap career
cause i know d+mn well you ain’t make no profit
[outro]
the phone ringin’ with d+ckriding n+ggas
tell everybody stop d+ckriding
get a n+gga tapped
and that’s on my momma soul
i don’t let it go my n+gga
you ain’t never did me sh+t n+gga
yo bg
bg for the win, p+ssy

- rude wick lyrics

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