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sneakk - tragic lyrics

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[intro: bernard jabs]
ayy, ayy

[chorus: bernard jabs & sneakk]
i been on my own sh-t, n-gg-s tryna make it out
i can’t argue with you, b-tch, go argue with my bank account
i been stackin’ hundreds, tell me what the hate about
just a young n-gg- gettin’ paid, tryna make it out

[post-chorus: bernard jabs & sneakk]
sneakky keep that tool on ’em, so don’t go be on that f-ck sh-t
big homie, carry license, we don’t f-ck with all that court sh-t
keep them on me when i’m slidin’ through the traffic
one false move, on my mama, it get tragic

[verse: bernard jabs & sneakk]
one false move, on lashonda, it get tragic, n-gg-
blitz a n-gg- clique if he ain’t active with the ratchet, n-gg-
big homie gon’ shoot like he magic workin’ magic, n-gg-
got a lil’ boo that gets f-cked, she work at magic, n-gg-
ah we came, on my mama, with the pop-outs
n-gg-s always talkin’ all that sh-t that they not ’bout
if i call first he gon’ come with that top out
n-gg-s always talkin’ all that sh-t that they not ’bout
rollin’ like i’m pac, but i’m jabs, went to jail, ho
just got out the pen, all lil’ buddy know is style, ho
b-tch, come check the drip, like a migo with the dial, ho
boy, come get yo’ b-tch, ’cause she ain’t runnin’ up the tab, no
know he on that f-ck sh-t, pull up in a truck, sh-t
get out, we in the kitchen, don’t you dare go in and rush it
red bull and that henny, now she on some wanna f-ck sh-t
hope the lord forgive me, i can’t go out on no dumb sh-t
i got murder on my mind, every day i’m high
i’ma get rich or i’ma die tryin’
i got murder on my mind, i’m really down to ride
really in the field, really outside, yeah

[chorus: bernard jabs & sneakk]
i been on my own sh-t, n-gg-s tryna make it out
i can’t argue with you, b-tch, go argue with my bank account
i been stackin’ hundreds, tell me what the hate about
just a young n-gg- gettin’ paid, tryna make it out

[post chorus: bernard jabs & sneakk]
sneakky keep that tool on ’em, so don’t go be on that f-ck sh-t
big homie, carry license, we don’t f-ck with all that court sh-t
keep them on me when i’m slidin’ through the traffic
one false move, on my mama, it get tragic, yeah

[outro: sneakk]
yeah
yeah



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