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seriious – double entendre lyrics

[verse 1]
what the f-ck is you want ?
everybody been askin’ me, focus on me and my youngs
not thinkin’ about you or them p-ssy -ss n-ggas that’s after me
rollin’ this ounce, yeah here go the bounce
most likely the highest around need a verse or that work
okay, well i need the highest amount
man you n-ggas ain’t workin’ sh-t
you probly still jerkin’
sittin’ at home pockets hurtin’
i’m nice that’s for certain
she think i’m a flirt, it’s a wrap like a turban
once i get up under that skirt
no questions, b-tch don’t ask me no questions
catching feelings, sh-t
i’m too busy catchin’ these blessings
them lessons i learned ’em, all my ex’s i burned ’em
all this weed is compressing my sternum
lil bro keep a connect with the burners
and everything i done got i done earned it
so shut the f-ck up (shut the f-ck up)
let me smoke to the beat right quick
now i’m backseat
got your b-tch up in my backseat rollin’ up a back wood
scary n-ggas just act hood, run up on me that’s a bad look
i wish his -ss would
before you p-ss n-gga ash that
you a square n-gga hashtag
in high school you was the n-gga walk around
with the wheels on his backpack
funny n-gga you a cl-ss act

[hook]
yeah
all i can do now is pray for you n-ggas (yeah)
i’m done with the talkin’ nothin’ else to say to you n-ggas
yeah
when it comes to this rapin and i feel like mj to you n-ggas yeah
had to promise myself to go hard everyday on you n-ggas

[verse 2]
look
don’t give a f-ck who in here
f-ckin’ with sharks n-gga you gon’ need scuba gear
don’t make me act a fool in here
your b-tch treat my d-ck like a souvenir
you n-ggas ain’t real, you the type to get caught
goin’ snitch on you boy for a deal
get out like you don’t know what happened like (maan)
we finna pull up to your crib
big homie told me don’t sell work where you live
f-ck a hand out bro, you’ll get what you give
rollin’ this k!ll got me high as f-ck
got your b-tch wetter than firetrucks
got hunnids on hunnids just pilin’ up
bow is the label, no signin’ us
just give us the cash and we ghost
first whip imma cop is as a ghost
feelin’ like shaq in the post
peel off the top and i head to the coast
just give me some herb i don’t f-ck with them pills
you smokin’ on stress and you stressin’ on bills
for real

[bridge]
like, what is a broke n-gga gon’ tell me man?
a broke n-gga can give me no type of advice bro
i ain’t even trynna hear none of that sh-t

[verse 3]
but nevermind that
hotboxin’ in the coupe, walk by and catch a contact
y’all be rappin’ all this nonsense
weak flow, zero content, y’all gotta stop that
y’all be f-ckin’ up the game n-gga
lord knows we ain’t the same n-gga
you don’t even see the picture
cause you focus on the frame n-gga
everyday a different chain n-gga
i bring the pain n-gga
takin’ flights with the whole team
gun dirty but my ho clean
sun kissed with my codeine
wrote my first rap when i was 14
since then been beastmode
flow colder that a new year’s night on the east coast
young bull n-gga d. rose
fake n-ggas we don’t need those
double!

[hook]
yeah
all i can do now is pray for you n-ggas (yeah)
i’m done with the talkin’ nothin’ else to say to you n-ggas
yeah
when it comes to this rappin’ and i feel like mj to you n-ggas (swish)
yeah
had to promise myself to go hard everyday on you n-ggas

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