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lirik lagu abusive – 24lik

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abusive lyrics
[24lik]
skinny died in his sleep so i pop jiggas
you would think the glock a freak how it pop n***as
yo mans died last week you was in a car wit him
dame love takin shots well we brought the bar wit us
paid woulda made it far now he with the stars n***a
you know when i pull up n shoot you can’t really guard n***as

[392 lil head]
b***h tryna f**k lil head i got large digits
got the machine off izzo now they cars missin

[realrichizzo]
we gone we just took a n***a scat now we all slidin
forgot who they playin wit they got alzheimer’s

[392 lil head]
all my h*es still 30 and up, you f**k all minors
key keep gettin in bulls**t i gotta call niyah

[realrichizzo]
don’t need no real estate agent this glock gon put you in yo place
it’s four choppas in the whip, b***h we goin on a chase
i’m gettin tired man, ain’t n0body out on brace
i like h*es that like b***hes i don’t want her if she straight
[24lik]
no that wasn’t me that f**ked you did that s**t when i was laced
should i rock out wit the glock or should i swing the baby drake?
my b***h got a bbl but she keep pole on her waist
like it’s somethin in his eye i’ll blow him in his face

[realrichizzo]
b***h i’m real rich y’all n***as broke as h*ll
in 6th grade he told on me man i know he 12

[392 lil head]
you got signed to that label and put on a shelf
izzo glock keep fallin bro put on a belt

[24lik]
and i done broke my neck in gucci think i need some help
go swimmin in yo b***h coochie like i’m michael phelps

[392 lil head]
you know the opps heaven sent like they keyshia cole
i got these cubans mixed up i got key s**t on
b***h think we hittin beni’s eat pizza rolls
she ain’t from the eastside these inkster h*es
twin he can prolly punch a house if this piece still on
i can’t name you after bro rip freaky doe
[realrichizzo]
they mans died last year we shoulda been gone
instead all these n***as makin diss songs
we ain’t in school how the f**k y’all gettin sent home?
we made his ass fly high like he jim jones
cash gang got a roster full of shooters
got a room i been hittin her all day i’m abusive
she a oklahoma b***h wish i woulda hit her sooner

[24lik]
put some titties on the chop now this b***h work at hooters
i ain’t have a baby yet but these rap n***as my juniors
he be rattin in the hood call that n***a little stuart
right here we got dog s**t i ain’t talkin bout manure
heard the feds in the city i done learned how to maneuver

[392 lil head]
at the barbeque i put my chains in the cooler
call my 30 drakeo it’s the ruler
i’m downtown gettin a lil head on a scooter
she got on last year uggs i had to boot her

i had to kick that b*tch out the f**kin pad
don’t come over if you ain’t givin a**

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