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​wheresjordxn – catch him lyrics

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[intro: lu maru & thekidace]
grrah, yeah, go, go, go, go (woah)
grrah, go, go!
yeah, yeah (hmmm)

[verse 1: lu maru & thekidace]
talk, heh, i’ma f+ck your b+tch
keep my name out your mouth, ‘fore you choke on that sh+t yeah
get a l!ck yeah, pop em with the sticks
i hit you in your sh+t, yeah i pop him like a zit yeah
pop him like a zit, he don’t even see it coming
everything i say i keep it real, not no fronting
every single time i come around, yeah he running
might as well find and pop a pill, get something
i wanna [?] like towers, man i really love all about
doing that sh+t really it’s all that’s about
stand down, you know it’s my hour
all my b+tches pretty like a flower
some of these b+tchеs be sour
that’s why i’m all alone at my hour
[?]
[verse 2: wheresjordxn]
i need to let it out, gеt out
at the wall, cop the [?]
yeah push up on me yeah i got that choppa it go, “bow+bow+bow!”
this that [?] shawty i been making business, i been stressing out
uh, i need love
i don’t mean to hate but [?]
yeah me [?]
this is where the timing, count it up
all these different numbers let’s just light it up
all these people wishing that i’m dead now i’m living up

[verse 3: lu maru & thekidace]
toughen up, huh, i’ma get my crow
did that sh+t before cause it ain’t brand new (yeah!)
he ain’t famous, we put him on the nose
huh, we not fake yeah, pop him with my tool
huh, whatchu gonna do if i catch you?
huh, huh
pull up with my dawgs, they attack you
red light, green light
i’m coming faster
yeah, with my dagger
yeah i’m moving faster
yeah, did it better
[verse 4: lüvkam]
huh, huh, huh, yeah, i did it better
choppa made him limp nah, it made him faster
f+ck that little b+tch she a b+st+rd, she a b+tch
i’m just tryna f+ck someone better, thinking she a fit
we gon’ put that boy on a platter, we gon’ hit his sh+t
and then i got the girl on her knees, the way she praying to the pastor
yeah i’m moving faster
although i’m lame, she put it right past her
talking all the chatter, turn up my cheddar
writing all these letters, writing up these checks i’ma count up a bag
count up my cash, yeah
if that boy keep talking we gon’ pull up and catch ya
yeah, yeah



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