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splurge – backwoods lyrics

[intro]
ayy, let me hear that ho jeff
ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
stop at qt and get some ‘woods
jump in that coupe, feelin’ good
finna pull up in the hood
never been hurt, let’s get that understood
push start for my whip
four-five, i’ma aim at your lip
i’m at the show, b-tches show me some nips
after the show she eat d-ck like some chips
choppers on us, this call of duty
i be real mad, i be real moody
run up that gas, get off that fruity
i’m not tryna fight, f-ck around and start shootin’
get your b-tch wet, she be lovin’ the percocet
i be too clean, i’m not tryna break a sweat
boy you a worker, we f-ck around, take a check
come here and slurp me, you a fool with the neck
cut off the whip, get it in motion
i be on drank, i be real loaded
she be on me, she be like lotion
i feel like chuck e. cheese with these tokens
too much drink, finna pour up some water
think you gon’ take somethin’ from me, you r-t-rded
she threw that -ss back and i caught it
robbin’ these n-ggas, i feel like my father
i don’t choruses, i don’t do hooks
chopper a chef, f-ck around and get cooked
i be in the mall, better watch how you look
live your life, f-ck around and get took
i take your b-tch and she eat
i just put a four in a twenty, i’m sleep
i don’t like to rap, i don’t care ’bout a beat
but i do like the j’s, take the shoes off your feet
free quan gotti lil n-gga
i’m not with the talkin’, i just love poppin’ on n-ggas
this real beef, ain’t no squashin’ it, n-gga
glock .30 on me, i’m droppin’ a n-gga
n-ggas be runnin’ they mouth like some hoes
he really a f-g and put paint on his toes
shoot him like rudolph, we aim at his nose
give me some head baby, keep on your clothes
and the beat by jeff
he bang in this b-tch, i love him to death
bad b-tch on my right, dirty sprite on my left
these n-ggas be hatin’, they ain’t gettin’ guap
oh he like the chopper all up in his top
give me some head ’til i tell your -ss stop
i like when you do it, i like when you slop
no i ain’t sean but your b-tch say cheese
i be so high that i can’t even read
i bust it down, it’s hard for her to breathe
don’t come to the east ’cause we takin’ your p’s
n-ggas hate me but they hoes love me
n-ggas talk sh-t, put a hole in him
i got a trip comin’ with loads in it
she show me that p-ssy, i dove in it, uh

[outro]
yeah, b-tch
haha, y’all know what the f-ck goin’ on man
free gotti, on gang
yeah, i’m in this b-tch with jefferson
the beat by jefe, stop playin’
you know, i’m on that drink
y’all know what’s goin’ on, man
free the east man
6l sh-t, rank one sh-t, top ten sh-t, haha
yeah, on gang

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