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suwakonem - lame lyrics

[intro: suwakonem]
yuh, let’s go

[verse 1: suwakonem & mememulah]
you don’t do nun in life, boy — you lame asl, ha
i ran down wit all my bros; dey gon’ post they bail, yuh
we up servin’ chicken and hitting plays like nfl, yoa, yuh
look at my drip — couple bands when i walk through, yuh
look at my b+tch; she gon’ walk down, she gon’ drop you, ha
look at my wrist — just like sauce, that sh+t gon’ drop too
n+gga, watch yo’ ho; she gon’ walk down, gimme hawk tuah
and dese n+ggas can’t compete
all dese hoes be fans of me
had him begging for his life
cus he took a standing plea
n+gga, i ain’t bein’ nice — final boss, n+ggas can’t defeat
i’m dat n+gga they tryna be; i’m that n+gga, make 20 in a week
b+tch, i’m doing my own sh+t — you can’t have it, ha
know i’m k!lling every beat, get to spazzing
yеah, i up my bl!ck and reap a soul like it’s magic
you can’t hit my blunt, b+tch — no, i will not pass it
ha, if i throw a band on her ass, shе gon shake it
i might even do it; i got too much bread i’m making
she see all dese drugs in my head like jamacian
if i see the feds, see the feds, then im racing (yuh, ah)
[verse 2: mememulah]
he don’t want no smoke with the gang — we gon bake him
draco, it go ba+da+da+da; i’m not chasin
he not gd — f+ck that boy, f+ck his nation
meme mulah, i’m a saint — veneration
runnin w a sack; i won’t fumble
gotta arp; it sting like bumble
bullets hit his head — i bet he tumble
gotta gun on me; i will not rumble
why these n+ggas wanna fake kick?
i put 3.5s in my blunt — i’m tryna face it
i don’t really f+ck with n+ggas, like i’m racist
headtap, headtap, headtap — if he chase it
f+ck n+gga — die if he wanna speak on me
bullets, they gon fly; we gon see him d.i.e
he don’t got no money; meme ride in g.l.e
you not really with that — you not fooling me

- suwakonem lyrics

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