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sg tip - fuck niggas lyrics

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[chorus]
these n-gg-s rap it but they don’t live it
they can’t wait to testify to send your -ss to prison
these n-gg-s street punks, they actin’ like b-tches
that’s why i keep a carbon on me and it hold fifty
i’m known to leave a n-gg- slumped in the dirty bushes
these n-gg-s p-ssy, yeah you p-ssy, yeah you f-ckin’ p-ssy
i grab the glock and get to shootin’, ain’t no f-ckin’ missin’
i grab the glock and get to shootin’, ain’t no f-ckin’ missin’

[verse]
rat -ss n-gg-, call him g money
he told on his codefendant, got him twenty something
and now he down the road, told them n-gg-s to push the b-tton
he got hit up with the glock and it was thirty something
i got aim like curry, ain’t no f-ckin’ missing
hit your grandmama, hit your mama, hit your f-ckin’ children
before i leave i sweep the block, ain’t no f-ckin’ witness
i do the sliding by myself, i don’t need no codefendant

[chorus]
these n-gg-s rap it but they don’t live it
they can’t wait to testify to send your -ss to prison
these n-gg-s street punks, they actin’ like b-tches
that’s why i keep a carbon on me and it hold fifty
i’m known to leave a n-gg- slumped in the dirty bushes
these n-gg-s p-ssy, yeah you p-ssy, yeah you f-ckin’ p-ssy
i grab the glock and get to shootin’, ain’t no f-ckin’ missin’
i grab the glock and get to shootin’, ain’t no f-ckin’ missin’

[verse 2]
word on the street is he f-cking snitching
look how he talk, look how he walk, n-gg- pay attention
first 48, he told for some f-cking chicken
he gave the whole run down, that’s them thirty minutes
he told where you stay and where you hide your f-cking chickens
gotta watch these n-gg-s ’cause they’ll turn into a f-ckin’ witness
ain’t got no love for no snitch, we leave ’em in the ditches
i ain’t got no love for no snitch, we leave ’em in the ditch

[chorus]
these n-gg-s rap it but they don’t live it
they can’t wait to testify to send your -ss to prison
these n-gg-s street punks, they actin’ like b-tches
that’s why i keep a carbon on me and it hold fifty
i’m known to leave a n-gg- slumped in the dirty bushes
these n-gg-s p-ssy, yeah you p-ssy, yeah you f-ckin’ p-ssy
i grab the glock and get to shootin’, ain’t no f-ckin’ missin’
i grab the glock and get to shootin’, ain’t no f-ckin’ missin’



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