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lirik lagu psa – 70807 teezy

[intro]
big 70807, the biggest
(k4producedit)

[verse]
i ain’t boxing with no n*gga, all i know is shoot
if t**zy bend that block and spot an opp’, them hollows coming through
ain’t stingy with this stick, he with his b*tch, then she gon’ get it too
we dropped so many opps, if they ain’t die, they in the sh*tter (sh*tter)
want the smoke? i’m at ya door like amazon, b*tch, i deliver (i deliver)
.556s rip through sh*t, the b*tch got hit all in his liver (yeah)
heard he say he miss his partner, well, the switch’ll send you with him
we ain’t sparing no more n*ggas, hope you get that understood (nope)
gutter chick from ‘cross the tracks, but b*tch, i’m good in any hood
n*gga claim he was a demon, so we sent ’em to the reaper
left the b*tch in sunday’s best, stretched out right in front the preacher (preacher)
caught his partner at the movies, turned that b*tch into a sequel (sequel)
we be squeezin’, y’all be running, on my mama, we ain’t equal (nope)
you can’t play me like no p*ssy, not no tina, more like ike
f*ck the system, what i’m hollerin’ ’til them b*tches free lil mike (free him)
get the drop up on an opp’, then run down on ’em, get to bussin’ how the f*ck is blood thicker when i feel like “f*ck my cousin”? (f*ck ’em)
try and stay up off the ‘net ’cause i know i can take it far
no get*back gang, we get off first, let off shots and start a war p*ssy b*tch thought he was safe behind that tint, i’m on that car
got a d*ck for every diss, plus on the back it got a switch
how the f*ck you shoot a whole hunnid shots and still miss? (what?)
show my ass, give no f*ck ’bout how hatin’ n*gga feel
swing that stick like derek jeter, you know that’s my favorite sk!ll (sk!ll)
he keep asking ’bout a date, but b*tch, i rather go and drill (drill)
send his head back in a box to let his mammy know it’s real (real)
put yo’ set up, think we boxing, hollow tips, they hit his face smoking— (shh), but put it out ’cause i don’t like how that sh*t taste
not a k!ller, but don’t push me, tell a b*tch, “stay out my way”
heard he ratted on his partner just to get a lesser sentence
how you went from codefendant to the people star witness
took my l!ck, ain’t never fold, won’t tolerate no scared business (nope)
‘lotta n*ggas think they hot ’til they get hit up with that flame (ho)
b*tch, i’m way up out that 3rd, but f*ck with n*ggas out that gang
up the score, eye for eye, b*tch, we spinnin’ ’til they die
steady sayin’ i’m a target, watch how quick i open fire (fire)
opposition buying guns, just let me know when they gon’ use it
steady rapping like they smackers, they ain’t dropping sh*t but music (music)
every n*gga ’round me clutchin’, we don’t do no sharing sticks
and let ’em run up in that house, i got some sh*t that go through bricks (huh)
i ain’t boxing with you b*tches, all i know is shoot my stick
while y’all was inside getting f*cked, i was toting glocks with d*cks
feeling lucky, come and die, just copped an ar with a switch
it’s doa, no icu ’cause when i up it, i don’t miss (i don’t miss, nope)

- 70807 teezy

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