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strange gang - line blowin' up lyrics

[hook; mickey fresh]
i been f-cking with the xans getting no sleep (aye)
paint gloss sauce drippin like a nose bleed (aye)
we got hard, we got soft trap going up
i got hoes clientele line blowing up. woo !
4x
line blowing up. so brazy
line blowing up woo!

[verse 1; mickey fresh]
mad hoes on my line, no bait n-gg-
everything real, give a f-ck a bout a fake n-gg-
putting on a show take you off, ricki lake n-gg-
thinking you control her but i’m f-cking, you ain’t drake n-gg-
rolling up the gas every second that i wake up
we be bussing caps like the soda when it shake up
jiddy in the kitchen with the wrist whipping cake up
tryna take mine beat his face like makeup
rolling with gorillas and baboons, got mad goons
i been rolling dutches since leg warmers and s-ssoons
put the black tape on his eyes, look he a rac–n
last june, f-cked yo b-tch all in the bathroom
all my n-gg-s jug wish you would
tryna run up on squad p-ssy n-gg- ill tag you
b-tch i come equipped for the battle
who g-ssed you? gold cross like a chapel
f-ck boy you could really die no h-ssle
no picks like a raffle when i blast you
i be glad to hit his chest and calf too
go home call my b-tch to bring the gas through

2x
mix up the perc with xans
feel like the earth in my hand
my phone is ringing again
f-ck was i saying again?

2x
woo! go brazy!

jidnack just p-ss me the dutch… and all that

[verse 2; jidnack]
ya girlfriend she skeet on my d-ck
and ya beats ain’t complete unless we on that b-tch
i’m a take a smash maybe pee on that b-tch
producer hear and say they gonna be rich
all i ever wanted was a scrip and zip
jugging, catching plays, making them flips
best gas most pills n-gg- h-ll yeah
now we about to get lit
on the other hand i run with renegades
and these n-gg-s be p-ssy with hoe ways
and they dress game be sh-tty got no lays
this is factual sh-t i’m not tryna play em
and i be in the street where the crime pays
where you probably won’t make it for 5 days
yes switch up my flows cause i got bars
you the type that would snitch in a cop car

[verse 3; tazz raw]
bold n-gg- you don’t know brazy
birth year nine four and i’m a c-ke baby
bad b-tch talk sh-t leave her throat aching
usain, run game, but i don’t chase em. blow up!
ain’t no second place, i gotta get it first
if i retaliate you gotta get it worse
they told me get a job or you gonna get a he-rs-
but i got options n-gg- i got it popping n-gg-
took a 25 bag turn that sh-t to a 5
50 up turn to 10 i got a 100 to fly
hold a dime get a half on the way to a o
they never seen it coming try me and i’m letting it go
they don’t never know the difference you at work or the trap?
that’s a secret can you keep it like i’m holding a strap
always hide it somewhere new so they don’t know where it’s at
and if you lie to me ain’t n-body holding it back

[hook; mickey fresh]

[outro; young nyce]
both lines ringing n-gg-. real saucy. feeling real good. bad b-tches. you already know the motive, strangegang b-tch!
jiddy, fresh, that n-gg- king reese
told them n-gg-s, if they wanted me to talk on this they should have a gave me a check, f-ck that. this sh-t blowing up though n-gg-
yeahhhhhh n-gg-! you hear this sh-t right here, better watch ya b-tch n-gg-. yeah these my guys so i’m f-cking too, you already knew that though. who you with!? my n-gg- fresh told me to do that though, could have did this sh-t himself wasting my f-cking time, but you know… strangegang b-tch! we out!

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