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yvngxdani - inception lyrics

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[hook]
og kush is tearing up my lungs, f+ck your thoughts in here
i got gangsters out here as my eyes, f+ck you think i am
i don’t give a f+ck about yo feelings, this like slauson here
i got b+tches dressed in suits, they ceos, don’t know bout fear

talking bout the come up when they see me, they know who i am
come into my house and you get swatted, nickname prolly bam
you the type of p+ssy to just run and you ain’t think bout fam
you the type of p+ssy to just fold when you get in a jam

[verse]
i ain’t for the process
you p+ssies you just suspect
now jump up in the mosh pit
show you why i’m the convict
that hammer on the 9 cl!ckеd
send his ass to the morgue
gеt his f+cking mind picked
he getting his f+cking mind picked

jeremiah died, and i ain’t lie, he got sent straight to h+ll
ain no heaven for the gangsters, either death or rot in jail
i got homies in for credit fraud, but they ain’t never tell
you a sheep, you follow other people round, yo name is tail
[hook]
og kush is tearing up my lungs, f+ck yo thoughts in here
i got gangsters out here as my eyes, f+ck you think i am
i don’t give a f+ck about yo feelings, this like slauson here
i got b+tches dressed in suits, they ceos, don’t know bout fear

talking bout the come up when they see me, they know who i am
come into my house and you get swatted, nickname prolly bam
you the type of p+ssy to just run and you ain’t think bout fam
you the type of p+ssy to just fold when you get in a jam

[verse]
chilling wit some ethiopians up in the condo
the dime i flip like rondo
your shot ain’t good like hondo
don dada the head honcho
i need my money pr+nto
roll up wit the fronto
how many hoes i got dos

talking to the motherf+cking mob (b+tch thats me)
scared, well you ain’t rich to rob (friend to me)
you crying, cuz we shoot to k!ll on job (laser beam)
you talking to the motherf+cking mob, yea b+tch that’s me

[hook]
og kush is tearing up my lungs, f+ck your thoughts in here
i got gangsters out here as my eyes, f+ck you think i am
i don’t give a f+ck about yo feelings, this like slauson here
i got b+tches dressed in suits, they ceos, don’t know bout fear
talking bout the come up when they see me, they know who i am
come into my house and you get swatted, nickname prolly bam
you the type of p+ssy to just run and you ain’t think bout fam
you the type of p+ssy to just fold when you get in a jam



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