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skrewz loose - mothaf*cka lyrics

[intro] (emerse & bird)
{emerse} i got it on da lowww… uh
i did drink a couple beers, and had a couple dabs
mothaf-ck this, mothaf-ck…ahh, i f-cked up
what am i doing?!
{bird} we about to turn up in this mothaf-cka
mothaf-cka ayye! yeah, okay, yo, what it do!

[hook] (bird)
mothaf-cka, we put in work, yeah what are you doin?
mothaf-cka, we drink and smoke until we stupid
mothaf-cka, we put in work, what are you doin?
we get it in, in, we go hard, hard
mothaf-cka, we put in work, yeah what are you doin?
mothaf-cka, we drink and smoke until we stupid
mothaf-cka, we put in work, what are you doin?
we get it in, in, we go hard, hard mothaf-cka

[verse 1] (bird)
mothaf-cka, i got a weapon if you run up
it go (somethin like this!) i turn nothin to a somethin
i be stuntin, b-tch i get it, put in work until i finish
never stop i keep on goin, cause a quitter never wins
i got that fire flame, and a bullet witcha name on it!
(uh oh, ya better run!) i run sh-t like management
here we go, here we go, always in the studio
sippin drank, smokin dro, yeah you know!

[verse 2] (emerse)
yo, uh
mothaf-ck this, mothaf-ck that, i’m a come through servin these heart attacks
i will always move forward never looking back, i will mothaf-ck your mother from the f-ckin back
i’m a break your back with a f-ckin bat, smoke in the back with the mac in my lap
when i rap, i attack like a raptor, in fact i’m a come through rippin this track in half!
i’m the chief of staff with a pet giraffe, take a stab at me? you wanna make me laugh?
put you on the rag and you head in a bag, this is my track n-gga better hit the gas
while i hit these dabs, kiss my -ss, emerse is a blast from the past
you always say your first? but now you’re gonna end up last…. mothaf-cka, b-tch!

[verse 3] (a-game)
it’s…a….game!
we puttin in work in this b-tch, i been here since 09 tell me why would i quit now?!
lyrical bullets and when i’m spittin better get down, crazy little sh-t because i wake & bake then trip out
bird, emerse, and me? you know we comin with a sick sound, spit rounds we gonna empty the clip out
we goin hard like rihanna’s face when she’s gettin hit by chris brown… (godd-mn!)
k!llin sh-t without grippin a pistol, b-tch all i need is the tip of a pencil
and a notebook, let me fill it up with rhymes then i’ll r.i.p. the beat get a stencil
you wish you was raw as us, but you flaw, you suck and that’s word to ya kinfolk
(get’em!) my homies call me jarren benton, so i’m guessin that it is apparent i’m a mothaf-ckin skitzo!!!
hahahahaha….mothaf-cka!

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