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van buren records - medic lyrics

saint lyor:
you can’t sit with us
all my n+ggas huddle up
looking at the opposition thinking when these n+ggas gon give it up
n+ggas talking like they made it already you ain’t even did enough
pull my sh+t out unprovoked she had hard time tryna pick it up
push a n+gga b+ttons
all that n+gga good for is a copout and a punchin
take her out the country
treat her like a pumpkin
all my n+ggas cousin homeinvader in cut he get to bussin
listen to the nerves in ya body homicide incoming
n+ggas so surprised they don’t even know what i’m becoming
look inside eyes yea already knew this sh+t was coming
stand 6 feet lil n+gga me and you we not in common
that’s how i’m feelin rn n+gga yea that’s my body (3x)

lord felix:
east side brockton
please be cautious
duck
they shooting at functions
i was in the dungeon
you can’t sit with us
you sparring with puppys
i’m in my zone
i am not home
white america think that i’m a suspect
the way that i shine
i make your chrome hearts, look like, it mall jewelry
rock tight jeans, but i get hype on a p+ssy n+gga
don’t you make a fool of me
way too real, i swear, this, industry do not know what they gon do with me
n+ggas talk down like i’m new to this
get sliced up like charcuterie
ride around town with o on me
when i’m down down bad man the henny gon hold me
jiles:
brand new ak and it got a kick back
me and ya b+tch we just at the kickback
ain’t no getting even boy we get back
minor setback for a major come back
they like jiles forced it why he do that
imma ignit n+gga thought you knew that
came up on a bag i already blew that
came up on a bag i already flip that
got this b+tch bragging that she f+cked me
if we being honest b+tch got lucky
can’t trust a bozo i don’t f+ck with clowns
can’t trust a n+gga who gone runs his mouth

andrew regis:
k!lling the snake and the birds
an animal he+rs+, you doing the same thang
couple of doubts in a spouse, she running her mouth, she sucking the gang gang
yea, i’m stashing the wave, in my dna
i’m making the blood sing
i hop in the v, without all the keys, i’m jacking the whip in a bike lane
my energy is solar, hotter than pensacola hold up
i got my sense in order, y’all leaving a certain odor hold up
feel like a supernova, stretching the sp+ce and time when stars a line
let god up on ya, imma let god upon ya
meech bold:
n+ggas done slept on my last sh+t
i’m going batsh+t
eating my plantains
n+gga be moving so basic
i put that sh+t on my watch
and my main thang
i kept my anger in silence
now we got biden, hoping the mood change
me and the homies are wilding
now we gon’ riot
changing the whole game
i put vb on my back mane
n+ggas want verses, i tax man
weed turned a n+gga to max payne
i heard yo sh+t in a trash can
now we got ki
and he feed us beats
i feel like a dog
who been off the leash
i came to compete
i’m taking y’all seats
you get it capeesh?
y’all peeped all my feats
i’m under 6 feet
i win in my sleep
and i stand amongst sheep
i’m grinding my t++th
you close to the team
who do you be ?
no f+cking with sheed
no f+cking with meec
you ain’t in our league
i’m planting my seeds
i want all the cheese
i’m peeping y’all body
y’all weak in the knees
swv
swv
swv

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