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sgm – get yo bread up! lyrics

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verse 1: mbrk

i wake up and hate what i produce
not passing boof’s i pass the truth
so all these n+ggas cuttin’ through
the yoppa yap with aptitude my vocab massive, amplitude
got a choppa, aim at you
your face, contort you sneeze
achoo

that’s cute
i’m in her rump
my sh+t goin crazy bro look what i’ve done
really i keep a stick like a drum+
er
yea she bottom heavy like subwoofers
heh a plugg like summrs
make these n+ggas suffer
they stayin’ under
when i finesse my way to the top
say he face my k but he not
keep hollows (holos) but not no pokémon
y’all trippin’ off the sg mob

i’m on that time like kali ma. hah
my lyrics mockin’ songs
they hoppin’ on my cosmic dong
they hit the bong, i write (right) my wrongs

okay i’m back to rhymin’
not surprisin’
like horizon
line em up
not talkin barber like a taper cuz im in the f+ckin cut

try me
see a 9 is in your face gon’ f+ck you up
yo girl handle business like a vac she really suckin’ up

verse 2: justvigi

whip be all black cause i’m muhf+ckin’ racist
me the gang we gon’ pull up and f+ck on yo b+tch and she lovin’ and askin’ for mo’ on the basis
shawty she actin like trisha. no paytas
b+tch, like a octopus
she suckin’ d+ck like a platypus
talkin on sgm can’t discuss
p+ssy boy makin such a fuss

p+ssy boy you’s just a f+ckboy
you talkin yo sh+t, look like malfoy
and you ain’t got no b+tches. no play boy
and i ain’t tryna talk to you soy boy

i pull a, i pull a blade
me and the boys we comin like a raid
he shiverin’ cause i’m boutta throw a nade’
my choppa boutta give a boy a fade

yeah, b+tch i go back in time like a re+verse
and i’m lookin at you i’m gon’ observe
the way that i’m rappin’ you’d think that vigi got a hard verse
fade that boy up like them muhf+ckin’ barbers

i pull out a blade like so
i’m rappin sum heat like mo
you f+ckin wit me like no
i f+ck her when i say so

verse 3: zai
broke ass n+gga on d+ck, for the last time b+tch go get yo’ bread up
he not big on the sticks i’ll send one hit, one guy, that n+gga got foreign berettas
feelin perc keep ya head up
he talkin’ like he got cheese but the money depletin’ in seconds he already fed up
bah, finna aim at ya sweater, uh

you ain’t moving, wait (weight)
my choppa it’s sweet uh, mix it wit some cake, yuh
feel like mbrk, cuz’ my sh+t pop pop, with a k
17 new shot+shots to the brain, 18 at your papa and yo’ maid
d+mn n+gga what did you say? ah

you say you finna pop out wit a bl!cky a mag a suppresso espresso
these bullets cut deep in ya foot in the velcro, i think you understand the memo
2 twin gocks to the face
headshot to his dome now that n+gga askin what’s the date
my glock monochrome shootin bullets i ain’t care bout a race

verse 4: justvigi

sendin’ shoots at yo spleen
you p+ssy boy talkin lean
i’m f+ckin witcho’ b+tch she sayin i’m mean
talkin like a star and i’m not talkin keem
drop my name b+tch and its straight kankan
imma use da method wit a glock, straght blam+blam

drop my name lil b+tch, there gon’ be sum static
if you talkin on stumble, then this glock gon be ecstatic
this semi gon’ be tucked, on my hands be automatic
cause this ak on my hands it gon get real traumatic

- sgm lyrics

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