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young ez – gulag/run it up pt. 2 lyrics

[verse 1: young ez]
put some pressure on these n+ggas
cause n+ggas thought i was playing
i don’t feature with these n+ggas
these n+ggas get straight to paying
i can’t ever fall off, so you know i’m forever staying
i’m k!lling phantoms in my dreams
and my demons i get to slaying
i ain’t ever need no b+tch
cause my money always obeying
i ain’t never need no love
cause the hate always overweighting
and i ain’t ever gave a f+ck, i’ve been tired of long waiting
but you know i’m impatient, tell me what the f+ck you saying
and thеse b+tches want my love and attеntion
music my passion, these rap n+ggas fake
they celebrity, they steading acting
try to diss me and the mobb then
you know we get to blasting, i’m not flexing ’bout sh+t
i’ma let this bread get to stacking like a bakery
these n+ggas ain’t real, these n+ggas faking g
tryna buy a chain on these n+ggas the sh+t like slavery
my momma always prayed but the lord ain’t even saving me
used to be days where i starved would never eat
what is real will prosper get that sh+t tatted up with some ink
these n+ggas going down, like titanic these n+ggas sink
tryna buy my ho chanel, not victoria secret pink
these b+tches want my attention
these b+tches can’t get a link
smoking on some big gas, and you know that sh+t stink
stepping on these n+ggas heads
cause these n+ggas try and overthink
i’m the highest in the room my sh+t low, like a ch+nk
aye, p+ssy n+gga what?
what the f+ck you think?
but i’m in my mode, these n+ggas not stopping me
i got the cheat codes, i don’t even want that b+tch she a cheap hoe
pass her to the gang she for the streets though
beat a n+gga ass and take his chain like i’m deebo
and i’m shooting sh+t like i’m motherf+cking d. rose
these n+ggas want some therapy, no chemo
if you want smoke, you know where i stay
if not ask his b+tch, (what?) cause she know
[young ez]
i be f+cking on these n+ggas b+tches
i’ma pass this sh+t to my n+gga dez you know
he about to snap on this b+tch
its a wrap on this b+tch
you know what i’m saying? gang sh+t
no lame sh+t, spray you like a stain b+tch
oouuu, okay

[verse 2: wgmp dez]
talking out his neck get his boo sn+tched
internet beef don’t make me send him to the gulag
see me off the sh+t they like d+mn n+gga who that?
wxlf gxng dez smoking woods yeah we do that
need a sawed+off so a n+gga can get blew back
ay, and we really with the sh+t though
run through a n+gga kick back and run his sh+t bro
hit my brother blizzo he was tryna hit a l!ck oh!
pull the glizzy, run his pockets man you know how this go
mmm, and we never ever stopping gorilla hills
hit my cousin and you know we copping
get a couple bands at the mall then i’m shopping
rockstar d+ck b+tch she know what she be topping
chilling off the gas don’t get me heated or i’m locked in
ay, yeah i’m locked in
[verse 3: blizzo]
you a bead ass n+gga you ain’t even got no bread
baby k knock him down leave a n+gga with no legs
laser beam on the mop we gon’ hit you in yo dreads
i be tweaking off the drugs, and bro be popping the meds
b+tch, this money on me c+cky but i ain’t ever gon’ change
red all around my heart, but that sh+t be filled with rage
n+gga talking out his neck, i grab the clip and he get flammed
play this b+tch like an atari but this sh+t is not no game
how the f+ck you saying you riding? you ain’t even play yo part
n+ggas thinking this sh+t sweet we gon pull up in the dark
got a beam on the chop, laser aim it at yo heart
and i barely got the time, so i ain’t even gon start b+tch

- young ez lyrics

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