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​t.scam - 9th lyrics

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+agb sh+t
free the hitters, s/o the hitters
you already know the f+cking vibe man
1side ain’t f+cking safe+

if i back this pump, bad man better run, jump
2 fat bells gonna leave man slumped
and its 2 hands on when the corn get dumped
lack round here get turnt into runtz
pass the ocb’s i don’t need no blunt
bill it up bill it up
pass the ocb’s i don’t need no blunt

if i back this pump, bad man better run, jump
2 fat bells gonna leave man slumped
and its 2 hands on when the corn get dumped
lack round here get turnt into runtz
pass the ocb’s i don’t need no blunt
bill it up bill it up
pass the ocb’s i don’t need no blunt

main road swinging my thing like a jedie
or im in thе t trynna dodge this fed eyе
i love me a handy, i need me a semi
broadday slaps his mash like a deadeye
a rambo knife is what he got fed by
jumped in the dinger i thought he was a dead guy
bros on the wing for the maddest of things
and i can’t tell him nuttin but “bro keep your head high”
i was on the wing stressed up
had my shank but worried bout press up (swing that)
if i miss with the wap, lets get him with the wetter
you don’t wanna see me step on steppers
i don’t know about dead things, all my things pressure
1side ain’t safe and we don it better
sw+ng my shank and then saw fethers (uhuh)
waist and up we don’t know about legs (ching)

bucks us on the glide that’s more then stressful
pop my door and leave that dreadful
my man didn’t run is he f+cking dumb? must’ve thought he’s dead for
in 1 that you know that i wet to
why would i run when the corn get you
and heaven where the corn gon send you
but you goin h+ll if sy cheffs you (dead boy)

he got left and we know that ain’t right (true)
and now he’s high like a kite (uhuh)
brown and bad n her pumpum’s tight
oh right, she’s mine for the night
she gon suck this d+ck untill she lose sight
im hittin it good she’s throwing it right
buss in her face, she know that i might
she can tek this d+ck and then i gotta fly (sywyyy)
4 dotz on jam that all changed when i step in cres
wouldn’t say it was jammin
and it defo were banging
they all caught life 20 man done legs
opp thots screaming? am i dreamin?
shut the f+ck up you jezz (dumb b+tch)
we done it in cars, we done it on peds
we do it with knifes, n we do it with lead (agb sh+t)

if i back this pump, bad man better run, jump
2 fat bells gonna leave man slumped
and its 2 hands on when the corn get dumped
lack round here get turnt into runtz
pass the ocb’s i don’t need no blunt
bill it up bill it up
pass the ocb’s i don’t need no blunt

if i back this pump, bad man better run, jump
2 fat bells gonna leave man slumped
and its 2 hands on when the corn get dumped
lack round here get turnt into runtz
pass the ocb’s i don’t need no blunt
bill it up bill it up
pass the ocb’s i don’t need no blunt



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