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yakwithdaloaf - no luck lyrics

freedom got a long little moon we love you, perk outta look, with the cops involved in this sh+t, what the f+ck you mean you ran out of truth? a lot of my n+ggas tryna feel something up, n+ggas show me the guns, so the boy got booked i ain’t with the hoes, so i lay catf+cked, james got a t+shirt, you ready to book give you some money, you ain’t gotta act tough, yeah, my n+ggas trustful, they actin’ blunt i been skiddin’ up, sippin’ syrup all month, pop a sheet of gum, got no truth, but it’s stunt give me sh+t to beat if i give you my gun, when sh+t go down, homie, i ain’t never run sitting back, thinking that time gone by, some n+gga played, but got hit with that fire if they would chain that one down for the ride, i said to myself, i’d tell on thе guy standing on business, so that’s why we slide, but whеn we get back, tryna put something in the sky yeah, slow down, i’m kinda asking why i was on the block trap, i done ran up a five murder with me, he standing five+five, speak on the auto, that’s a homicide we spending broad day, don’t care what side, try to reach for the pen, man, i ain’t gonna die smokin’ wood, back to back to get high, that b+tch gon’ treat me, come back, see you in line lying in the bulletproof with a big f+o+5, free big bro, we ain’t over 10 ride we slam on the off, okay, they divide, sit back, be cool, with me, i be vibin’ see to the opps and the poppies, she got a boyfriend, he actin’ noxious callin’ my phone, i thought that i blocked, i do it for the bros, d+mn, i’m locked up if he told, he, uh, he not us, man, go on the road, b+tch, locked up i done came for sh+t, i done fought around and shot up you ain’t gettin’ no money, then shut the f+ck up you ain’t gettin’ no money, then shut the f+ck up they all asleep, i tell the f+ck to wake up i done shot my shot and he ain’t need f+ck how it’s goin’, i ain’t showin’ no love feelin’ down, i don’t know who to trust yak finna blow, feel it deep in my gut 3g code, point them out, you can look you goin’ too fast, slow down, what’s the rush? got my own flow, i’m tryin’ to sound like him smokin’ on gum on my feet, come and try i ain’t soundin’ like this, so i’m different from them c+o+l+o says all, what’s down? come around, plugs, get tagged for the mail take his ass down, take his car, i feel him sn+tched me on sh+t, now i’m here across the river you want me? you want me?

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