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lirik lagu potent – banditdamack

b*tch free the hood free the hood
free the hood dead homies free the west and keep the rest
and it’s just like that
(soja 3 b*tch) dead homies (convicted felons and)

[verse 1]
aye (?)that song is so potent
pulling up in benzes in the trenches we be show boating
pole loaded superheroes and them hulk hogans
i ain’t earned my name from playing games i don’t got no tokens
bro loafing we wiggle through and left the pole smoking
n*gga tried to diss me in the city now his soul floating
gold frozеn got a bag now the hoes notice
titty on a glizzy lеave him 6 feet n*gga no covid
i been a menace since an infant i been trippin trippin
i be pouring sixes mixing scriptons we be sipping different
in the trenches whipping benzes with the (?)
man this sh*t be whacked b*tches listen when you getting chicken
you got a vision push the limits you gon go the distance
and f*ck a witness ain’t no snitching when they throw the sentence
and don’t say who did it with your co* defendant
bounce out the whip with a stick and then finish your existence
it’s free my bro he didn’t fold they did not do a bail
n*gga still ain’t budged and the judge gave him life in the jail
not because a p*ssy n*gga decided to tell
just because my boy ain’t break the code he go die in a cell
sh*t i was drowning just hanging out with the loose screws
i really made it out you can pave her out if you choose to
so many opps i don’t bother thinkin bout who’s who
remember popping out tryna walk him down with a deuce deuce
i’m known for blue strips it’s a lite hundred
he only known for having loose lips and a tight budget
i overk!ll i lose sense when the night bussin
open up a ceiling new trizz and pour a line of it
(?) put seven in his melon ain’t no body shots
fnn gon send him up to heaven when his body drop
gimme all your dollars if you holler then the shawty pop
try and touch the waters bullets hotter than a coffee pot
flexing on the net we finna rob his ass for all he got
we ain’t sending texts we sending shots into your mommy’s spot
lurking until we find him do him slimey for that potty (?)
you think it’s a good idea to try me? n*gga probably not
he tried to go against the grain i get him touched quick
g.o.d i ain’t the type of n*gga you should f*ck with
told her don’t open her mouth unless it’s to suck d*ck
she said what if im hungry or thirsty? i told her tough sh*t
you see me up you better duck when that stick pop
how the f*ck this n*gga getting chicken but his cl!ck not?
ain’t showing interest if the b*tch ain’t looking tip top
she couldn’t see the vision i told the b*tch she can kick rocks
could fall off any minute im living life on a tight rope
im really with the business im different b*tch i ain’t like most
emotionally scared so a n*gga heart really ice cold
ain’t f*cking with em f*ck them b*tch all the suckers can die slow
first day out i hit buddha like “where the sticks at?”
i can’t even tune in to the sucker’s music that sh*t whack
its mbm till the end i’ll never switch that
this n*gga hit the halls and he told it all with his b*tch ass
you ever went to jail and ain’t tell or give em a name
even tough your homie was phony and won’t probably do the same
i’ve been feeling broke and hopeless im low*key going insane
imma take a trip for the gang before i ever switch for the fame
don’t open doors for no b*tches and i don’t say please
im known for having blower with extensions and suckers hate me
remember vividly hitting him like it happened in hd
for sure somebody dying you see me sliding with k3
ain’t going back and forth on the internet b*tch i take life’s
might get a louie bag if her booty fat and her face nice
baby what you owe me is something i won’t say twice
this b*tch don’t even know me tryna blow me something ain’t right
ain’t fronting for no b*tch i ain’t rich but im finna be
she f*cked me off the rip she might let you f*ck off the hennessey
all my granny kids mbm we the wining team
im grinding till the finish you ain’t with it you an enemy
mbm known for taking but we don’t take l’s
me and her get to sacking like a fat kid at a bake sale
is you a buster or a sucker cause i can’t tell
the sucker isn’t hiding lets go sliding and give em straight h*ll

- banditdamack

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