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yomookster - critic lyrics

[intro] i point at his head, till i buss his brains out
she wanna mess with me cause i got fame now
i got cash no, i ain’t the same now
i don’t understand why she still trying to talk to me
i’m way ahead of you boy ain’t walking with me
she on her knees she keep gulping my meat
she want a new bag we gon go to
telfar
he tried to run and he knew he wouldn’t get far

[chorus] i pull out that iron
im stocking up ammo for when i hear that siren
i shoot at his head, why he get out of line
and they calling the cops cause they said it’s crime
all on my willie, when you gon stop riding my meat?
how you gonna switch gangs boy wе ain’t hiring
that boy is dead and i basically fired him
and i put it inside hеr she said that it’s tiring

[verse1] she keep yapping to me like i’m some sort of diary
everything that i wanted i went to go buy it
and if i was hungry i went to go fry it
he said he gon slide tell him go head and try it
she said that she h+rny said go head and ride it
and if she do good if she want it she get it
i’m still jit what he did i been did it
yall keep talking smack i don’t care about critics
i don’t need a gang i got my independence
but i depend on a weapon that k!ll him
and i got the best believe imma split him
i don’t call a shooter i be the one hit him
i ain’t chasing these girls i said go head and get her
he shooting his shot, i don’t guard he gon brick it
and if you want fame then i’m the golden ticket
i ain’t chasing these chickens, i’m counting my riches
i don’t ask for love but i’m still getting kisses
i’m smashing your chick in the back of your kitchen
we go to your room and she eat up my children
i’m living to cool, i live life like a pilgrim
[chorus] i pull out that iron
im stocking up ammo for when i hear that siren
i shoot at his head, why he get out of line
and they calling the cops cause they said it’s crime
all on my willie, when you gon stop riding my meat?
how you gonna switch gangs boy we ain’t hiring
that boy is dead and i basically fired him
and i put it inside her she said that it’s tiring

[outro] go, go, go, woah, woah, nah

- yomookster lyrics

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