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shneaky, sugs, & arsx - set it off lyrics

[verse 1: arsx]
let me show you what i got
bass from the jetta shake the mo’f+ckin block
i got rick flair drip, sippin’ henny on the rocks
neck six carats and it’s roley on the watch, i’m cappin’
but don’t let us get off on the wrong foot
pull up to the place, joint faced and its all good
godd+mn is that always how you look?
i’m just saying, if it is than imma put you on the books

i’m a..
assh0l+, great guy all at one time
with a flow that’s equivalent of mud slides
dirty, no hoes i got one wife
used to be a dog till i upgraded my love life
subside mothaf+cka’ fore we arrive
talking real crazy to be claiming that you love life
i ain’t really with the saying i’m “above guys”
but a quick comparison its obvious who up right?

[verse 2: sugs]
yea. should be clear who really up right?
yea. feeling eager for a dumb night
standing like a deer right up in the truck lights
ram ’em with the p. spyder, giving bug bites
gettin’ higher with the stakes, setting fire to the page
paid often, yeah it’s dumb money, thumbing through it fun
feng shui the bank funds, balance, out here with the dunces
we run it, dun dun dun
done with the old me i drowned him in cups and
done with the smoke+mart they stopped selling dutches
i’m done with the stairs, i’m up elevator
mindset off a micro, it’s all love, aight betty
heart breakers only turning up my tom petty
concert, the city burning, f+ck you pompei me
energy, he leave the speaker at the wrong setting
want bass loud crunch sounds til’ we all deafened

i get it right every time
when i answer and they ask me
“suggy are you buzzed are you fried?”
lol no, but i can be
take mans, throw ’em out the d+mn door
kick rocks, that’s how the plan go
acab, don’t care bout d+mn po’
king kong, back on my denzel

[verse 3: arsx]
move…don’t…step my way
got some bullets with your name printed all over the case
think i’m playin? imma have yo body lost just like a maze
i’m the type to say grace like “thanks for the fade lil b+tch”
choppa finna get em out the way lil b+tch
got ’em stuttering they don’t know what to say lil b+tch
i’m the type to slash and mothaf+ckin pray, wait wait
have ’em leaking on the godd+mn pavement b+tch
[verse 4: sugs]
pay for patience, time’s money my safe b+tch
new day same sh+t, ain’t a chick worth the saving
same flow sh+t rapper chained up in the bas+m+nt
bass slapping like a stepdad, dab with a chaser
that’s double sedation, we don’t assume but they suppose
we carry no troubles, but we come with a case of those
playin’ slots on the celly goin’ broke, love to tell a hoe
seat it on my face, til i can’t see, h+llen keller mode

leave the party with a chipped nail
sh+t well, kiss another bottle til’ my lip swell up
couldn’t give a floor sh+t, meant a flying f+ck
put ya dukes up guy, prime the fisticuffs
cut the fat, d+mn, trim it down, bit too long
big league chew chomping on a cigar
bomb belko in my neck, don’t set it off
stumbled through a set drunk at a bar mitzvah

have short days, sleep through the whole thing
hold this nightmare close, no sweet dreams
teach you how to lose everything you love in one moon
trade it for the high, but this high is one that ends soon

- shneaky sugs arsx lyrics

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