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youngbagchasers - wartime lyrics

[chorus: mere pablo]
my pockets stuffed with white people, how i’m racist?
i stuff my l with dead n+ggas and see faces
i heard you switched on your guys, oh you a gang changer
everybody i’m with puttin’ belt to sh+t, real spankers
i’ve seen n+ggas runnin’, trippin’, i’ve seen n+ggas b+tchin’
i tell bro just keep on tappin’ if that b+tch start glitchin’
and you know my glizzy rapid, i ain’t got no smithon
pop out that cut, we ain’t missin’

[verse 1: ybcdul]
haddy try do graveyard, they caught him while his shift was switchin’
grazed benji with that pound, like how the f+ck that n+gga dissin’?
free 5 he different, chase a n+gga down, lil bro really leave sh+t twitchin’
and fetti just told me to hop on a plane with the pounds, bro, stop b+tchin’
free reek, 1k and baby wick, just lost the bros to the system
if i had a wish, bring back the bros, that’s on my soul, i miss them
n+ggas know we gon gеt ’em, them hollow tips hit him and f+ck up his mental
sеnd him right to the spital
hit bully five times, them bullets rip right through the tissue

- youngbagchasers lyrics

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