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set da trend - jerry lyrics

[intro]
d+mn+d+mn+d+mn bro
fckbwoy man, load it up, you k!lled this sh+t

[chorus: yagi b]
two or three shots, bullets makin’ ’em limbo
setty be flockin’ the flock, he sick (what?)
i’m on the back block totin’ on sitch (totin’ on what?)
sellin’ the crack rock, feelin’ like mitch
once i come, put the g in the timbos
run up on me, send ’em up, it’s simple
bullets explodin’, goin’ through the windows
30 and better hangin’ off the hip

[verse 1: yagi b]
everything lame, man i lost the whip
everything k, i be on that sh+t
smokin’ on kane, mix it with the blizzy (with the what?)
ride with the wock, got me feelin’ dizzy
never be worried ’cause shooter bе with me
shoot a n+gga ’cause he gеttin’ jiggy (like what?)
yagi b, i don’t spin in a renty
why keep a chain if he don’t do the winnin’?
and you know that the flocks be with me
and you know .380 be with me
and you know that the movers be with me
everything k, ain’t none of us friendly (grah grah)
wonder why n+ggas mention jb (like what?)
yellow got packed and no one did a thing (like what?)
mo got kicked, kane got spliffed (like what?)
what you gon’ do if you run into me?
you could die, he got duffed in his bean
two long clips, how you double the g?
two double cups when i’m sippin’ the lean
[verse 2: set da trend]
pop me a perky and geek on the beat (like yellow, b+tch)
double g k, jt on the tee (like kane)
smokin’ explosive, i’m high on the heat
got caught at the chicken spot without his heat
kane got head tapped, what was you thinkin’? (grah grah)
lah got swished, couldn’t make it to lincoln (like what?)
he was lackin’, like what was you drinkin’? (what was you drinkin’?)
long live j rip, y’all gotta feel this (yeah)
we still ballin’ for jb, i miss him
in a hurry, y’all f+ck n+gga dissin’ (what?)
sh+t be funny ’til one of y’all missin’ (rah rah)
hop out, stretch ’em, we don’t show forgiveness (like what?)
n+ggas actin’ like they really did sh+t (yeah)
but in person, them n+ggas ain’t hit sh+t (at all)
call on me, she gon’ slide with a big clip (grah grah)
no, i ain’t fivi’, but i’m rockin’ big drip (what?)
chris brown, n+gga don’t get your b+tch hit (ayy ayy)
free freddy, promotin’ the violence (what?)
smokin’ this dummy, got a n+gga flyin’
he got poked for a b+tch, why they lyin’?
houdini a rat, i heard his ass was cryin’

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