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yavid - nebraskan lyrics

homie ridin w the heater onem
and he sit-in low cuz he know the people on him
it say 220 it’ll really do it won’t it
glock 20 on me & i’ll really use it won’t it
you a junkie you ain’t shootin what i’m shootin homie
10millimeter bustin like a uzi don’t it
10 ccs pushing through your whatchyacallit
i was 20 boi i was sitting in the county
hopped out tho and i took up any bounty
blueberrys little bens ill take any money
teal bands mix green and blue hunnits
i had to thank god that he put the priestes on me
i had to thank the devil that he put the leeches on me
girl keisha says i could really be her tommy
but this tommy gun kinda come between us don’t it
and i got the power like it be my season don’t i
50 50s im my jeans its k!lling season
smart phones make me wanna get a beeper don’t it
smart -ss make me wanna go an – ya don’t it
big stick like a paddle and i beat ya w it
i don’t need to tune my voice to make your b-tch moist
stretch gunstrong rich ya down the streetchya w it
and i pull-up in a bruick i don’t need a royce
keep the dolce and gabana sh-t
that’s your girl at benihana b-tch
she call me daddy cuz her stomach hold a thousand kids
my crew split her head like a savior did
i refuse to split bread like the baker did
but i break bread where the famiglia sit
brother got aids so ill shoot you over spit
no d-ck sucker i was born into this
if i call boi and say i got a tooth missin
it mean my 3 9’s only came to 26 &
either he can make it up on the next shipment
or i twist his windpipe like a f-ckin chicken
homie riding w the heater on em
i got 5 p’s don’t n0body really wantem
mix it in w other stuff then i get it goin
and most of y’all boys y’all be so nebraskan
that means your corny you don’t know me hoe stop asking
and i had to switch hustles when the market fell
i found a body as a kid i can’t forget the smell
i dont smoke the cigarettes or the marijuana
but i smoke squares tryin sell marijuana
im the boogeyman and i know your mamma warned ya
taliban selling tan w a big -ss llama
and im glock grippin
hangin out the window spittin at the opposition
and your thot missin
out the window now she hangin oh and she sniffin

“if its a c0ke drought why your wife c0ked out b-tt naked doin lines in the dope house”

you know me i don’t play
you ain’t a g you a j
homie riding w the meter on em
that’s that big stick for whoever ever really want it
homie riding w the ruler on him
that’s the bench what he use to weigh the units don’t it
the last time i gave a woman my ring finger
i was 20 scr-pin 20s from my ring finger
y’all thought i was a l and you ain’t believe me
but i got the w when i wear the vvs
i admit most days i be day dreamin
i admit i black out when the b-ss beatin
will x a rat out tho 4 the cheese an
dont log on i am not a social being
and he riding w the heater on him
and he sit-in low cuz he know the people on him
it say 220 it’ll really do it won’t it

- yavid lyrics

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