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ugliestrapperalive - my young krew lyrics

[chorus]
b+tch, i’ve been hanging with my crew
trying to get this money b+tch, who the f+ck is you
who the f+ck is you, lil screws b+tch she’ll pop a f+cking tool

no this ain’t motherf+cking no hoe gang
please stop playing b+tch, i’m a motherf+cking grown man
hoe ass n+gga he get laid on like a frying pan, get fried
f+ck that sh+t b+tch h+ll yeah he gotta die

[verse 1]
i’m from lw, b+tch where we sliding
everyday and night we some motherf+cking hybrids
a god d+mn tank full of sharks n+gga we so violent
f+ck that sh+t b+tch, yeah, who gon’ god d+mn pop it
please don’t test this b+tch you get wet up
with a 380 f+ck that sh+t it’s a tec bruh
no, it’s a god d+mn shotgun he get blast out
f+ck that sh+t like a rocket, oh, b+tch hе blast off
he dead now, he got sеnt to heaven, but he got sent to h+ll
n+gga he don’t got no blessings, b+tch that’s a 166 bruh
b+tch better watch your mouth, b+tch who [?] and we run a f+cking hand house
yeah, we run a f+cking hand house t house, the trap house, n+gga watch your f+cking mouth
the rule to the streets keep your motherf+cking mouth closed
don’t say sh+t to 12 f+ck that sh+t that’s a no no
(yeah, f+ck that sh+t, f+ck them hoes)
we get tryna god d+mn get this f+cking bankroll
get to the motherf+cking money sh+t ain’t funny
we still run their sh+t yeah up to still a hunnid
hunnid mill’

[chorus]
b+tch, i’ve been hanging with my crew
trying to get this money b+tch, who the f+ck is you
who the f+ck is you, lil screws b+tch she’ll pop a f+cking tool

no this ain’t motherf+cking no hoe gang
please stop playing, b+tch i’m a motherf+cking grown man
hoe ass n+gga he get laid on like a frying pan, get fried
f+ck that sh+t b+tch h+ll yeah he gotta die

[verse 2]
i don’t feel no god d+mn sympathy for a f+ck n+gga
i don’t feel no sympathy for a motherf+cking hoe n+gga
get up out my sight, it’s all right we going to die tonight
who going to shoot first h+ll yeah who gon’ die tonight
this sh+t my life, from the streets, yeah full of ice
i don’t got no motherf+cking heart b+tch i’m full of ice
cold nights got them kites flying [?]
tryna god d+mn feed your mama n+gga tryna get the [?]
we can buy houses but we can’t even come from my cell
this sh+t n+gga i was 24 hour locked down put that sh+t up in the cell
n+gga god d+mn going through h+ll, heaven on my night
n+gga god d+mn tryna fight, n+gga who gon’ die tonight

[chorus]
b+tch, i’ve been hanging with my crew
trying to get this money b+tch, who the f+ck is you
who the f+ck is you, lil screws b+tch she’ll pop a f+cking tool

- ugliestrapperalive lyrics

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