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young pappy - aftherlife part 3 lyrics

rip my dead mans
free my n-ggas in the can
i got shortys who lost homies that’s just out here for revenge (gang gang gaang gang)
b-tch my tooley tucked
b-tch im truyed up, can’t say sh-t to me
i’ll get you wacked, features get you taxed, can’t get sh-t for free
im coolin’ how i be coolin’, i got hoes all on my d-ck
they be lyin’ like they know me, tryna pose in all of my pics
give these n-ggas a reason to hate, they be listenin’ to my sh-t (my sh-t!)
i be doing this sh-t for y’all, and i ain’t gon’ stop ’til i get rich (b-tch!)

{ chorus }
long -ss clip, that’s 30
got a body on this b-tch, that’s dirty
n-ggas say they want me dead but i ain’t worried
cause this 40 turn a n-gga brains to a mcflurry
i be ridin with this motherf-cker
flyer than a motherf-cker
nina so friendly, have you shyer than a motherf-cker
pop a lot of pills, i be higher than a motherf-cker
b-tch i be outside, i ain’t hidin’ from no motherf-cker

{ verse 2 }

what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained
if i wasn’t in the hood i’d sell him for the pain
told broski i’m good
i already got a name
i’d rather buy a chain and a range, put some thangs in that b-tch
let my sounds rang on that b-tch
grab shorty, run a train on that b-tch
told her i just want some brain and thats it
cause if you wanna f-ck, you gon’ have to let gang n’ ’em hit
(gang)
i can’t take my self man, shorty can’t take me neither
and that b-tch said she don’t even like n-ggas
well thats okay, me neither
shorty all that faithful sh-t for the birds, so a b-tch won’t play me neither
i left with the same n-ggas that i came with ’cause if they dont wanna stay, me neither
shorty all on my d-ck cause i gotta a lot of money and i’m already known
by the age of thirteen i was already blowin’
by the age of fourteen i was already scorin’
i done seen a lot of sh-t in my lifetime
a lot of hoes, mo’ b-tches than a lifetime
a lot of poles, catch you slippin’ at the right time
see the light shine, faceshot, b-tch yo life mine
right there on the floor where he lay tell him get up, i know that he can’t (munchie!)
the way he got hit up remind me of blake
call the boy that john doe
we cannot see his face i cannot feel my face
i be so under the influence (dopeeeeeee!)
all of my tips and them bodies i’ve been doin
braggin ’bout sh-t that lil shotty n’ them been doin
b-tch we got bodies on bodies, you been knew it
my teacher told me i wasn’t gon’ be sh-t cause i smoke to much weed
crazy ’cause i p-ssed the cl-ss with a b
she just didn’t like me cause i hung in the streets
and she know i did dirt with them n-ggas, same n-ggas who failed that cl-ss
i was puttin in work with them n-ggas, the nerve of you n-ggas
talk ’bout i ain’t on sh-t, you can end up on a shirt with your n-ggas
hear them talkin’ that sh-t ’bout who better
they talkin that sh-t but whatever
she suck my d-ck and i swear i just met her
she want to be my b-tch but i swear i won’t let her
cause i dont got time for you b-tches
and please dont put your hand out ’cause i dont have a dime for you b-tches
my nine is extended, so whoever try me gon’ get it, they see me you die with your witness
shorty all white like mensa
gucci, louie, truey , or lay low
i be going cray cray
n-gga tryna rob me for payday, h-ll nah n-gga that sh-t dayday
smokin’ on dayday
i’ll never stop going in like rich homie quan in this b-tch
and i ain’t never ever seen a drought but if i go broke somebody gon’ starve in this b-tch
gang

[outro]
free streetz b-tch
gang
n-ggas know and b-tches know
it’s the f-cking guys in my f-ckin’ eyes
still

- young pappy lyrics

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