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squeegie o - b.n.a (broke nigga anthem) lyrics

woo,woo,woooo
woo,woo,woooo
woo,woo,woo
woo,woo

i came to put a halt on variations and comparison
cause next to him there’s none super seeding but your next to kin
original creation
while this guy’s a simulation of an manipulation
spewin’ this hatred but kiss -ss like i’m the family favorite
waring with ogs for props
pops better be nice his reign finish like a dry spot
infection to your headphones
wrap your head moving cadaver biting flesh hence i’m walking dead
no need for shane tho
n-gg-s keep thinking i’m candy
but they running’ and hiding’
duckin’ and slidin’
dippin’ and dodgin’
say i’m better than that then i start hearin’ them rap and to be honest rather listen to the wind from they -ss
cause a fart sound better than half y’all n-gg-s bars get a job
get you -ss together and off the block
see this image that you flippin’ is nothing but a facade
your a peasant be blessed by my blessings cause i’m a god
n-gg-

i’ma broke n-gg- standin’ to the left
plotting’ on these rich n-gg-s standin’ to the right
you think you fly cause lil mamma keeps lookin’ at you
but she was givin me the p-ssy game last night
i’ma broke n-gg- standin’ to the left
plotting’ on these rich n-gg-s standin’ to the right
you think you fly cause lil mamma keep lookin’ at you
but she was givin me the p-ssy game last night

bet if i said 3 words every 4 lines
and i said i pop mollies
i be shinin’ in the stars like the sunlight
they can’t tell me bout levels to this sh-t when muthf-ckas is still climbing levels in this b-tch
these old n-gg-s is finished
heard they givin’ yall senior discounts at dennys
and all you new n-gg-s that’s always sounding the same
need to get your own style, stop giving artist the brain
for real the sh-ts sickening
all these n-gg-s swear they different but steady copy cattin’
slobber’ the n-b of every on n-gg- hardly rappin’
i sit in laughter
f-ck it
and don’t come my way
with all that bang bang n-gg- i shot ya mother sh-t
while you out fronting with your mans and your grams
lil n-gg-s will come and rob ya mans and his pants
could give a flyin’ f-ck about celebrity status
living rachet getting dome in a celebrity wagon

woo,woo,woooo
woo,woo,woooo
woo,woo,woo
woo,woo

and here’s when sh-t got real…

- squeegie o lyrics

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