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talibando - lurkin lyrics

[intro: tee grizzley]
h-lluva made this beat, baby
what up, vo?

[verse 1: tee grizzley]
i got five hundred pounds of that gasoline
we compress or mix some sh-t that look like fax machines
drop a n-gg- from a distance like he dr. king
the type of sleep that boy getting, he ain’t gon’ have a dream
two watches, still ain’t got no time on my schedule
make the ‘caine stretch just like that b-tch off the incredibles
you rap n-gg-s stay in your lane, that’s what you better do
draco sh-lls turn a n-gg- mattress to a sectional
so many fiends outside the spot, this sh-t like chick-fil-a
you know you pumpin’ when your nick house do a brick a day
we gon’ switch up houses after 60k
never slippin’, in that alley p-ssin’ with the k
f-ck if i’m rich, b-tch, we goin’ ’til the hawthorne
in a sp-ceship with my wrist glowin’ like a lightsaber, this star wars
and you know what we doin’, it’s beef
we ain’t at the half court when we shooting from deep
we out the street

[verse 2: talibando]
i do this for my brothers, k!ll or die, hit the stand and lie
heard the n-gg- snitchin’, he won’t make it there to testify
in the bentley truck with my n-gg- tee on exit 9
i told him way before this rap sh-t i was doin’ fine
i would spin around a thousand kits for like eighty-five
i heard n-gg-s cappin’ in they songs, they be tellin’ lies
and if it wasn’t for this rap sh-t, they wouldn’t have a dime
i thought my n-gg- out the bakery ’cause he be sellin’ pies
turn the traction off on the ‘cat and cut the block up
ain’t no limit to this sh-t, i feel like silkk the shocker
think the opps and the feds teamin’ up, they tryna stop us
go up top on a n-gg-, spread his brains like it’s some pasta
that taliban piece worth twenty thousand
n-gg- hated on me, hit the stash, called his b-tch to come and count it
i’m just getting to the money, what’s the problem?
riding ’round with that chopstick, i got a problem

[interlude]
this florida rapper ynw melly… are being held here at the broward county jail this morning

[verse 3: ynw melly]
in the streets with that chopper and i’m lurkin’
and my n-gg-s, they ain’t snipers but they observing
in a stolo with your b-tch and she keep swerving
’bout to pistol whip this ho, she acting nervous
short -ss n-gg- but i’m down to toe tag you
with this tall -ss chopper with an extended mag
oh, d-mn, i f-cked her with a magnum
that’s your b-tch, that’s your b-tch, but she a thotty
that’s your b-tch and my clique, and we plottin’
i got my b-tch and she spoiled rotten
y’all f-ck boys talk sh-t, but don’t play
’cause we like to pull up with hundred round k’s
and we like to pull up and let them b-tches go
oh no, woah, i’m tryna f-ck all on her throat
diamonds wet, no yachty, but this sh-t look like a boat
f-ck that, pop that b-tch inside her throat, wait

- talibando lyrics

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