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the h.m.g - dontfuckwitusyouknowweboutit lyrics

hook:
don’t f-ck with us you know we bout it….yeah
don’t f-ck with us you know we bout it….yeah
don’t f-ck with us you know we bout it….yeah
don’t f-ck with us you know we bout it….yeah

verse one (mr. groove):
i’m walking tall, standing tall
got big stacks n-gga watch me ball
puffing loud packs, every beat i maul
paint a masterpiece, call me warhol
big n-gga, got big thangs, live big dreams, rock big chains
drive big cars, rock big ice, i’m a soldier boy; toat big pipes
i’m that nice, that cold i’m that ill, i’m unopposed
my top’s back i am exposed, i’m the bomb n-gga, watch me explode
it’s warfare every time i rap, like sun tzu it’s an art to that
i sun fools, high noon in fact
then darkness looms, n-gga it’s a wrap
i’m supercharged, high octane, i lace these bars with dioxane
i raised the bar past the top plain
trying to reach for that, it’s a long drop maine
who’s the man, need you ask, i stay with heat body counts to match
they can’t compete they are mismatched, the top spot is mine i am encamped
yeah…i am the champ champagne dousing
yeah…hangman’s the camp stars surrounding
groove the boss, pee da gee, poetik g*nius the h.m.g
we are the best surpremacy
3 heads like ghidorah, we the kings

verse two (poetik g*nius):
i just landed with broncos, were its h-lla snow, & the weed loud
bring tecks in case he’s foul, stand out when i’m in crowds
press the right b-tton,(brrrrrr) let it ring back like a speed dial
broads diss, wanna c now, but its to bad i’m getting bad i’m getting c-nial
wanna ball with these bands. like we march wit madness
no one brand i switch up fabrics
on my feet till i’m deceased ova, spit crack that reek c0ka
outa sp-ce, don’t need closure, still major with street soilders
wanna learn i pete rose em
& drive for mills, like i’m meek chauffeur
sleeping on me, see em nodding off, fishy n-ggas, i smell caviar
till i roll less, no audemar, wit dz out it’s no mardi gras
out here on rampage, hand helds, ak’s
cuttin’ n-ggas with my dam spades, make em see stars like back stage
like a midget doctor , i got little patients, n-ggas talking no altercation
no money it’s no conversation, light ya up like the strip in like vegas
hope u kno dat we ain’t playing, real n-ggas know what we saying
yea n-gga we bout that, they do the same, yea i doubt that
what’s good

verse three (par da’god):
you n-ggas ain’t f-cking with par
f-cking with par is like spitting up to god
you get it in yo face
chrome 40 where ever i go, i’m taking off i need sp-ce
this music sh-t i’m bout it (ey)
getting money don’t doubt it (unh)
6 gear fast i’m audi
it’s ink all over my body
living life in reefer, everyday is cloudy
i’m a independent king, kobe on his 3rd ring
i’m a square mayweather in the ring
von miller, on the turf i got sack’s (sack’s)
i got work rns, my staff no snakes just worms (worms)
everybody’s doing dirt
we ’bout this sh-t (yep) hmg n-gga independent kingz
we the truth (yay), truth hurt’s (hurts) (yay)
f-ck n-ggas, ya’ll can’t f-ck with the cl!ck maine
hmg, independent kings
everything rated r, everything up 2 par
boss muzik, f-ck with us
what up my n-gga zilla hey!!!

- the h m g lyrics

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