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sob – sk lyrics

[intro]
(reuel stop playing with these n+ggas)

[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n+gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p+ssy up and keep on f+cking ’til the bed break
your n+gga paperwork look like a essay (n+gga)
i’m the boss around this b+tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d+mn drake
i know n+ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t

[verse 1: slimmy b]
young dog was moving too fast and caught a fed case
police still k!lling n+ggas that’s a d+mn shame
really in the trenches with them wolves and them d+mn apes
catch a sucka, i ain’t got no mask hit ‘еm bare face
lipped out on a p+ssy n+gga madе his legs shake
i can’t f+ck with certain n+ggas, they too d+mn fake
my n+gga poppin’ pills like he got a headache
crest n+gga we ain’t f+cking with no d+mn snakes
i wish my n+gga was alive n+gga rip tu
my young n+gga keep that fire and the bip too
this 43 a gen 5 not no gen 2
throw a stick up on the 9 and a switch too n+gga
[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n+gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p+ssy up and keep on f+cking ’til the bed break
your n+gga paperwork look like a essay (n+gga)
i’m the boss around this b+tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d+mn drake
i know n+ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t

[verse 2: daboii]
young wild n+gga, b+tch i’m turnt up
pay attention when i talk, you will learn somethin’
lying saying that that p+ssy mine, you got the nerve woman
how the f+ck you trapping out that p and you ain’t served nothing
i’ll pull up to the neck n+gga no gang
bro pull up to the p+wn shop with yo’ chain
put a bullet in his whip, give him road rage
my brother want them n+ggas dead, i told him okay
and we can play it how you want, let’s get it popping n+gga
don’t make me catch an attitude and get to popping n+ggas
you look at the tab, me? i just buy it, we be shopping different
i got my toes out for today but i’ll still sock a n+gga
i don’t care who n+ggas with, i got a hundred sh+lls
i’m still outside i never left, no i don’t tuck a tail
i put them fortunes in the whip ’cause i don’t f+ck with 12
heard y’all be f+cking with them people, boy ya’ll something else
b+tch
[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n+gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p+ssy up and keep on f+cking ’til the bed break
your n+gga paperwork look like a essay (n+gga)
i’m the boss around this b+tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d+mn drake
i know n+ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t (bands ain’t)

- sob lyrics

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