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the barhemian - fuck what you thought lyrics

[verse 1: the barhemian]
tell my n-gga to run it

ay, the way i’m goin’ i’ll be on in the morn tomorrow
and they’ll be dead in the morgue tomorrow
and they was fly til’ the raid sprayed on the wall
i should’ve warned them all, i was born to ball
born to stand tall, i wasn’t born to fall
i’m countin’ these bands feeling wonderful
these haters throwin’ salt but it’s going dissolve
cuz i’m on they off and i got that strawberry cough
paid the cost to be the boss, you look lost
pay attention lil n-gga, it’s a lesson being taught
from the trenches where the debt’ll tear your blessings apart
what would you do if you were me, thats what i thought
you cattin’ off, thats not my loss (nope)
i got them flows i’m d-o-p-e
that really raw
that off the chart
i f-cked that girl and took her heart
n-ggas is starved
keify be leafy getting blown in the backyard
f-ck what you thought i want it all
i want it all f-ck what you thought

[verse 2: jaleel laquin]
trippy

i’ve been on my grind, like otto from rocket power
you know a n-gga motto is f-ck em’ these suckas cowards
they soft as howard, but houston got n-ggas out there
them type trigger ambitions i’m hangin wit n-ggas bout that
i’m dippin and dodgin’ n0body
really doubt that you n-ggas could rock me
man i’m so humble but c-cky
like steroid my d-ck and ya b-tch top me
hockin spittin toxic lethal acid wit them kickins
and whats the bay, if a lil’ texas ain’t in it
shout out that boy yuck
shout out that boy keif
convesations bout’ the paper ain’t been brief
i learned that from the streets
ain’t never had much
a n-gga young but dreamin’ bout diamonds and such
yeah we out here, if you ain’t know
southside motherf-cker deuce five fo’
you sellin wolf tickets naw we dont buy those
but nice try just to end this on a high note, biatch!

these n-ggas don’t want this sh-t man

[verse 3: yucky]
that’s yuck

i’m gettin’ paid and you know i’m bout my hustle
the trigger to this life was the time i lived the struggle
every day i gotta bubble, pray to god that i don’t fumble
pops always told me when you winnin’ to stay humble
the way i live my life these b-tches wanna be my wife
she say she like the way i slip and my game it’s nothin’ nice
change your life overnight, had to put her on a flight
cloud 9 our honorable right it’ll have yo eyes tight
look like you can’t see, feel like you can’t blink
ya mind goin’ everywhere and it’s seeming like a dream
i be rockin’ designer things, i be on high as a fiend
when a n-gga wanna trip, remember the choppa wit no beam
bout my money i don’t speak, it’s out a b-tch i sold a dream
mouthpiece so smooth, she ain’t know what to think
she thought that sh-t was true, until she got on yucky team
i had to show her how i live, late night walking on first street

she was walkin

- the barhemian lyrics

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