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shaun da god - drip flow lyrics

still in my ways
pumas on me, ain’t feelin no jays
got competition but i still ain’t phased
n+ggas poppin shìt but i still ain’t grazed
nah
flow be dazed
just like my head when i blow this haze
uh, n0bodies safe, uh

yeah, rock out
assh0l+ cap when i pop out
uh, yo girl wanna see me with my c+ck out
mike tyson dat p+ssy issa knock out
baby job done, gone head and clock out
iont wanna hang, i’m chillin wit my son now
iont gotta bang, my homie keep his gun round
got the type of n+ggas shootin til the sun down
ain’t no cappin , i’m just rappin
gotta bad b+tch , imma hit it til she nappin
neighbors heard my name, all i heard is ass clappin
when i heard the beat, all i heard was shaun snappin
d+mn, slap it ?
bigger n+ggas trash rappin
came to bring static
i admit it, got a bad habit
dag nabbit
now i’m fast rappin
after 6 months , how does that happen ?
now i’m back at it, b+tch, ah

im still in my ways, pumas on me, ain’t feelin no jays , got competition but i still i ain’t phased, yo girl gimmiе head while i pull on her braids , ayе
head in a daze, f+ck out the way , b+tch
hear a lot trash n+gga, all say the same sh+t
whole gang blow a full cartridge on some game sh+t
pure hearted n+gga, i ain’t never on that lame sh+t

i got n+ggas really wit it
that pull up and pop a n+gga
don’t stop til they drop a n+gga
you sleepin with the fishes
i got it on lock my n+gga
don’t care what you cop my n+gga
a spear in my pocket n+gga
you rapper n+ggas finished
kabal when i’m rappin i’m leavin sucka n+ggas winded
bricks in my wallet , like i was whippin inna kitchen
get sick from these lines, all of you n+ggas finna sniff it
i take what is mine, all of you rapping n+ggas victims

i ain’t come to play
hard to really give a f+ck
i don’t want no praise
bars be leaving n+ggas stuck
you seen better days
all you n+ggas sound the same
how you got a name ?
can’t wait to see the day that i drop a name
sword flow, n+gga hot, i can getchu slain
at ya door, knock knock, issa different game
storms coming, got the thunder but you gon feel the rain
you gon feel the pain

still in my ways
pumas on me, ain’t feelin no jays , got competition but i still ain’t phased, roll me a j, ignite it , i face
you holy, i’m praised
want smoke , you get laced
yo b+tch want a taste
of my crème brûlée
hair nappy, embraced it
more money, i taste it
not one you can play with
you cold but i been sick

- shaun da god lyrics

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