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trizz - lie down lyrics

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we gon’ do it like this check it out look

(verse 1)
ay
i had to trip, they had me bent, now we manned up
break bread and stay fed, cuz them feds do
we only want them dead like n-gg-s wanted orlando
stomp em out in public then proceed to my d-mn show

ay
n-gg-s hot like the fan broke
cuz they money is funny, sh-t is a d-mn joke
pullin’ up like rambo
hoppin’ out the van, bro
me and some n-gg-s with pistols maybe a d-mn rope
to tie em up, line em up i pray somebody light em up

talkin’ sh-t but these n-gg-s be sitting right with us
bogard the blunt
n-gg-s ain’t slick, you tryin’ to get high with us
they always in my pockets
can’t stop it who tryin’ ride with us
provide the slump
for n-gg-s who ride around and provide the funk

poppin’ out the trunk
who want it, you better hide and duck, ay
and you can’t ride if you won’t die with us
you don’t have to like it
but respect it and that’s fine with us, n-gg-

(chorus x2)
quiet down
them n-gg-s is coming right now
load pistols on every street that they ride down (n-gg-)
its quite foul
so all we do is get high now
why now? my n-gg-s is finally eating
we fly now

(verse 2)
now here is some deep sh-t
h-ll is when you repeat sh-t (n-gg-)
that’s why i don’t give a f-ck
and be on some creep sh-t
keep talking slicky and you
gonna find yourself in deep sh-t
so speak quick you cheap sh-t
hit delete on them tweets, b-tch

i ain’t a gangster but really be in them streets, b-tch
they b-mp me on the corner, they listenin’ to that g sh-t
always been 100, was never on industry sh-t
i come from real hustle, that get it we in the streets sh-t
they on that sub-conscious, hold up let me think sh-t
i’m on that sub-knocking, thug rockin’ g-sh-t
let me see, b-tch, we gon let it be b-tch

low key as ogs, we dont let em see sh-t
they gon let them bleed, beretta squeeze for h-lla cheese
h-lla clean as i speed blowing h-lla weed
f-ck the homies that forgot me, we gonna let them leave
mad cuz i’m overseas, high doing h-lla things, n-gg-

(chorus x2)
quiet down
them n-gg-s is coming right now
load pistols on every street that they ride down (n-gg-)
its quite foul
so all we do is get high now
why now, my n-gg-s is finally eating
we fly now

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