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supa gates - vet lyrics

brodey called me like doggy we gotta situation heard these n+ggas watching face they mad and they can’t take it if she put her hands in these miris h+lla blue faces free dem demons out the can ain’t comin home some done blew cases i was born with finesse watch me ball and collect i done got me a check ain’t no rookie a vet f+cked his b+tch now he vex cuz these diamonds is wet i dont talk on the net walk the 40 my pet

controlling the streets no remote it’s heavy this 40 i tote first class won’t catch me in coach spent ya stash only on a coat got bands they already know my mans got shooters on go coolie jawn she liking the flow got disciples they call me the pope baby come f+ck wit a bentley we smacked now i’m up in belly was geeked off the perky and jenny cross em up hit him wit the jelly in the field i feel like i’m melly bentley the gang it’s in order i smoke the runtz by the quarter / gang/ i got the juice the sauce they need it always approve these piece reading duffing the reggy it started bleeding / polo like kel and i’m like kenan/ we be in foreigns sh+ts be speeding/ shots to his face cuz he was preeing/ talking hit them sh+lls gon pick em/woo that’s my number one victim/ getting them works and she kick em/ sending them shots right at/ he know his name/if the body would drop i’m the one they would blame / bullets like showers i’m heavy on rain no gta baby this ain’t a game/beefing wit me it’s like smoking on flocka/ free my dawg p man he really a shotta/ he won’t resist if he see him a oppa bad yellow jawn and she callin me papa/ heard he was telling he turn to a coppa/ it got a beam yea this ruger would spot ya/ black mexican man they callin me plugga/ bag is extended that’s word to my mother/ hit from the back i do not wanna cuddle hit it then skurted yu smelling the rubber/ i think i nutted all over her covers / telling the story i laughed with my brothers back to the bread the waves we on them/ watching my pockets f+ck it we on em/ of they hollows would hit him yu kno he a goner cash out the breesh early flight in the morning

brodey called me like doggy we gotta situation heard these n+ggas watching face they mad and they can’t take it if she put her hands in these miris h+lla blue faces free dem demons out the can ain’t comin home some done blew cases i was born with finesse watch me ball and collect i done got me a check ain’t no rookie a vet f+cked his b+tch now he vex cuz these diamonds is wet i dont talk on the net walk the 40 my pet

- supa gates lyrics

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