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sob - whisper song lyrics

[verse 1: nef the pharaoh]
ah, ha what, ugh ah
all the real 304’s better make something
the head was so good i made her stop like i hate cumming
you n+ggas only smoke a blunt a day, this my eighth onion
and i keep a glock on my side ’cause i hate running
how you spill nef the stomp down? said p
f+ck rap, i sell p+ssy and a lil’ bit of weed
i had to make my brother put that blunt out, i smell seeds
and blap dre threw my n+gga gaslato and said, “chief”
i got a fn and ying yang twins
n+ggas rap about all them skits but they don’t ever spin
if i wanted to be another square i’d work at lids
i’d probably have a better chance jumping off the bay bridge

[chorus: slimmy b]
how you doin’ lil’ mama let me whisper in ya ear
hit it from the back while i’m pulling on ya hair
it’s cold on the four now we pouring up red
i jumped out the low tryna leave a n+gga dead

[verse 2: slimmy b]
i jumped in the p+ssy, so wet i tried to swim in it
beat her walls down like i’m tryna leave a dent in it
bought a new benz, didn’t want it, put my b+tch in it
pourin’ up a four, plus a four, i’m a sick n+gga
43 a nine but it’s knocking down big n+ggas
like the d+line in the league b+tch we blitz n+ggas
and the choppa ali the way it hittin’ n+ggas
she ain’t f+cking with no bum she want a rich n+gga
blowing bands up in gucci i ain’t lootin’
big 23’s off the amiri’s i be booted
when everybody duckin’ we them n+ggas that be shootin’
and this ganglato pack smelling like a n+gga pooted, n+gga
[verse 3: lil bean]
okay we going in today
that n+gga kony playing, tell bar send me the drake
have brodie bounce out and tryna eat a n+gga face
they couldn’t id him that’s how brodie beat the case
every time i pull a foreign up we gotta back him in
the b+tch say she never coming back, but how she back again?
let’s keep it off the net, i ain’t going back and forth
yeah we can line it up and get it poppin’ like the forth

[verse 4: shootergang kony]
i bounced out the low tryna leave you on your head
never outta blood beat the cooter ’til it’s red
ask him what he wanted for the ten, i ain’t pay him
rule the coochie lips i’ma tell you what she saying (can’t hear her)
s+xy ass body and her hands real soft
i’ma rob your grandmama before i ever take a loss
if you got a switch i don’t care what it cost
’cause you know i lost a lil’ homie, still got up off
fn 5’7″ like it’s short
had to buy some other kicks, i couldn’t find ’em in dior
if you never funked with n+ggas that you love pass my blower
got her crying in my car ’cause i told her i don’t know her
want to cut again chicken i move mean in this quarantine
you say you sliding every day but i ain’t heard a thing
leave a n+gga on the black top, big b’s
thirty on my neck, another thirty on my hamstring, n+gga
[chorus: slimmy b]
how you doin’ lil’ mama let me whisper in ya ear
hit it from the back while i’m pulling on ya hair
it’s cold on the four now we pouring up red
i jumped out the low tryna leave a n+gga dead

[verse 5: daboii]
i jumped out the low tryna, you know the feds listening
i don’t wanna sip this cup no more, it’s too much red in it
d+mn that babby warm as h+ll, i coulda slept in it
them n+ggas throw up c’s, but they ain’t crips, i’m wit’ my crest n+ggas
we can really bop, bop, bop, if n+ggas trying to
b+tches tryna f+ck just ’cause i’m famous, i ain’t iamsu!
you in the field without it, you need to buy two
that’s what you wearing to the club? look like you tryna hoop
don’t ask me who i look up to, i’m who i idolize
boy don’t get to reaching for my chain unless you tryna die
b+tch i got it all from boot to zazz, so what you tryna buy?
told that b+tch get out my biz ’cause b+tch i’m minding mine
b+tch, you down to ride or what?
oh everybody ain’t get a plate? watch me divide it up
i can make this n+gga baby mama do all kind of stuff
i hear you barely put in work, but yeah you grinding huh?
b+tch

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