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young pappy - some other shit lyrics

[verse 1]
ahuh, now i’m on some other sh-t
i just took some time for a case but it was nothing, sh-t
i be with my n-ggas if i’m not i’m with my brothers b-tch
and we could f-ck your mom, your sister, your baby mother, sh-t
all this sh-t these n-ggas be talking bout it’s irrelevant
they talking til that sh-t get to spark and now ain’t no telling
n-ggas ducking, running in any open direction
now doctors performing surgery, opening and dissecting
them body parts, bet that’ll teach a n-gga a lesson
screaming free all my hittas i’m knowing them n-ggas stressing
shorty all on my d-ck cause she knowing how we be checking
we blow em like we be reppin she throwing sh-t i’mma catch it
right? since i been home a lot of hoes been tryna f-ck me
i got hoes, i could call the baddest b-tch ugly
i got poles, guns so old, the clips rusty
and i’m back down, pack so loud that sh-t musty
silly b-tches, see me in public, do not touch me or talk to me
it ain’t even safe to walk with me
i got guys i’m ready to smoke, i bought 50
and that dope make me choke, i p-ss she cough with me
d-mn i hate a n-gga that lie on top of a lie
shorty don’t even smoke, she high on top of the sky
tell me what n-ggas know about chopping down on a pie
fiend tucked in the coat, he overdose and he die
tell me what n-ggas know about breaking down on a pound
don’t even open the bag, already know i’m this loud
pops come in the crib, ain’t gotta open the door
i got the house so loud he thinking i just smoked
all that lil sh-t that used to excite me
til i did that time and n-ggas ain’t write me
talking my ears off bout how i’m better than those
come to think about it, sh-t, i got more letters from hoes
but, that’s lil sh-t, i ain’t thinking bout that
i came home to some money i’m ready to bounce back
mama told me n-ggas phony and now that’s a known fact
but my circle would’ve been smaller if i’d have known that hah!

it’s the f-cking guys in my f-cking eyes, 2 cups

[verse 2]
ahuh, now i’m on some more sh-t
everybody got bags now? that’s my old sh-t
n-gga got so much cash now i can’t fold it
and if i’m with a b-tch then i make her -ss hold it
f-ck it! gun so big i can’t tuck it
got some money put up, my bro say i can’t touch it
the cops had some goof -ss warrant, we couldn’t duck it
had so much f-cking work in the crib, we couldn’t flush it
i’ll tell you bout this b-tch i knew, but she disgusting
what she could do on the d-ck, no telling who she was f-cking
i done p-ssed to my bros and she was okay with it
i bought an ak, and the blade came with it
d-mn, i must admit it we blowing that n-gga fit it
shorty say, “where you going?” she knowing i wanna hit it
the semi that i’m toting knock a n-gga off his pivot
i been riding in a foreign not a civic, you get it?
i ain’t gotta speak or talk too much
and since i’m paid, i’ll never say it costs too much
i’m steady rolling up dope, must have bought too much
and i started playing with guns cause i fought too much
right? now that’s real, i feels on that steel
to heal i got pills from weed to crack k!lls
shorty heard me spit, said i need to sign a deal
but if it’s meant to be, i will
they say i got the juice, told me don’t let it spill
lil biggie got into it, i call his -ss still
you catch me in the booth, if not i’m in the field
my goons they gon shoot, and they shooting to k!ll. boom!

- young pappy lyrics

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