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yfc mob - pac shakur lyrics

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[chorus]
round my city n-ggas might get k!lled
yea y’all talk tough on internet, in person you get spilled
and this beef sh-t you want, my n-ggas rotten like some milk
i got yves saint laurent on my necklace and my belt

[verse 1: yungroze]
call the shots like two time, all i wanna do is ball
step around in yeezys, i just bought out the whole mall
find another deuce and i go flip it like some cards
change the way my city run it feel like pac shaker
change the way my city run it feel like pac shaker
vvs on my neck and wrist be dripping like a scar
coming off the streets young n-gga i be hot as tar
boy go learn your math yea, i heard it go far
pouring ‘methazine, mixing up sipping tall
n-gga what you lying for, you know you a b-tch
hit up zinfandels, young n-gga flood my wrist
i got lots of b-tches what makes you think i’m gone switch
i got lots of b-tches what makes you think i’m gone switch

[verse 2: yfcthaddeus]
pull up to the block finna make my n-ggas rich
focused on the bag give a f-ck about a b-tch
coming at you with the draco finna make you n-ggas sit
having all this guap makes a n-gga talk like this
shorty hit my line and she wanted me to tap
n-ggas switching up slim jesus they cap
b-tch what you mean hoe you not worth the fap
n-gga talking loud told my n-ggas get the strap
i don’t f-ck with y’all n-ggas y’all n-ggas get no dap
seen yo b-tch in public now a n-gga finna clap
acted tough on instagram tonight he gon be sap
d-mn yall n-ggas musty, oh yeah y’all be smoking on blacks
seen a b-tch i wanted and i took her to my lair
n-gga just to icy folk this sh-t just not fair

[verse 3: lamar]
i’m just gone tell you n-ggas how the f-ck i feel
trust all my n-ggas cause i know they keep it real
i’m finna cop that bag, i’m finna cop some grills
n-ggas say they rapping but they ain’t got no sk!ll
pull up with my n-ggas and these b-tches getting spilled
we be on this mic smoking n-ggas like a blunt
if you bout that action b-tch meet me out front
telling n-ggas right now they don’t want no smoke
if you get that f-cking smoke, b-tch you gone choke
telling these n-ggas got this sh-t up in my notes

[chorus]
round my city n-ggas might get k!lled
yea y’all talk tough on internet, in person you get spilled
and this beef sh-t you want, my n-ggas rotten like some milk
i got yves saint laurent on my necklace and my belt



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