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t-y martyr - panda remix lyrics

[verse 1]
i got k!llers in the norf, don’t get spilt on your porch
we all wish for a porshe, and spit with a force
we lit like a torch
i load 30 clips in the hammer
my chopper clip go bananas
i swear i would sit in the slammer, do bids for my family
not snitch on my grammy
g’s is on my team n-gga, they don’t be on that judas sh-t
so if you cross me or try to nail me
that’s something that your crew should fix
tired of k!lling sh-t for free
and i’m about to make these n-ggas pay me
when i’m on the gr-ss, i’m getting choked up
feeling like katt williams lately treat my team like royalty, n-ggas scared to face the kingdom
my n-ggas been locked up so much, you would think they’d appreciate their freedom
but they take this sh-t for granted, these n-ggas ain’t ever grateful
they been in and out the cell more times than the undertaker at a wrestlemania
they ain’t f-cking with t-y, gotta tell em what i mean like
give a n-gga three dollars to the face
that mean a buck fifty on each side
f-ck with me wrong i’ll knock his -ss to another world
put his b-tch face on my magazine, now she’s a cover girl

[verse 2]
put a gift wrap on my d-ck when i give it to a bad b-tch
she asked me why i got a bow on it, i tell her because its her gag gift
styrofoam cup and a fat spliff, i’d hit the dab but i don’t dab, b-tch
got a red 380 with a black grip
my b-tch p-ssy pinker than patrick
n-ggas think they got bars like me
i’ll k!ll your whole tape with my adlibs
i be fire, wait for ret-ytled it’s dropping soon on datpiff
i’m so afmb, that’s anything for my brothers, b-tch
they live for me so i die for them
ain’t no inbetween for no others b-tch
i’m a norf-sida n-gga with glocks and them choppers
pop off your noggin then hop in the honda
thankful that i am not one of them guys
i be the truth every one of them lies
i’ma glo’ up like the sun in the sky
187 with 357 on 227, b-tch numbers don’t lie
keep a gun on my thigh, plus a ton in my ride
shoutout pierre and shout out dvine
f-ck with my brothers, you outta your mind
cashlete the team and i’m proud of the grind
first we rain, then we break through the clouds t’il we shine step up, i let the automatic pop
i drag an opp, until his neck snap and pop
don’t open up that window, it’s only cracked, so knock
i got that antidote in it like travi$ $cott

- t y martyr lyrics

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