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paranoid - conniex icon lyrics

iintro:
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this is real gentles production

hook:
they heard we hurting sh*t, my pockets big
got what they prefer
me and bristol cracking this sh*t natural
this ain’t no reefer
glock 26 ar*15 got my n*ggas reserved (got my n*ggas)
got the shooters always with me
b*tch this n*gga is secured( yeah yeah)

verse:
coming from mud k!ll it dirty
hustle so vital put a date
hear the voice like am durk
all the foes tell ’em am back
like
scared to pull the trigger
why you walking with a gun?( bow bow bow bow)
we be stating all them facts
we don’t brag about sh*t we got
talk about bristol in this rap sh*t
he nеver dropped sh*t (he nеver)
count my n*ggas on the sh*t
they never plot sh*t (they never)
put ’em deals on the trap sheet not on map sheet
south side n*ggas they be trapping as sh*t
no b be tripping as sh*t (d*mn)
last i checked they cut me off like they got sh*t sharp (huh!)
how you vouch something like wise man
he got an empty talk
bro gon’ dig lil deep
i can’t let ’em play with rap again (yeah)
got stuck in the streets
i ain’t dropping my ink on him again
like i switched a whip

in the studio i ain’t recording sh*t
am prolly smashing sh*t (smash)
got em plenty checks for dealing sh*t
am prolly cracking sh*t (crack it)
opps be talking like he dropping sh*t
he can’t get a b*tch (yeah)
got motions for the cash race
can’t catch me chasing a b*tch
heard you boujee these n*ggas hating me
you never stand on me (stand on)
p*ss me off on sh*t i invented
b*tch gon’ get some rest in peace
got the choppas on your best man skrr ratata (pow pow)
got a lot of sh*t to squash
b*tch, you can’t be on my watch

put this rap sh*t ’till my last breathe one hundred percent
from the ghetto i be going harder so i gotta represent (yeah)
b*tch waiting on me and she ready like she got a date (d*mn)
been with my brothers they can’t switch if i fall the other day
soon gon’ stump the streets (yeah yeah)
numbers on my fit still ain’t take a pic
you can’t take this rap sh*t out of me
it’s a hobby from my crib (pow pow)
she be counting my pockets
she a city girl tryna get a loui bag (n*gga)
step on my block my blade will target on your d*mn head (yeah)
designing my sh*t, n*ggas too lame i can’t mimic
ghost writing, i made that n*gga get a badge (raa)
hook:
they heard we hurting sh*t, my pockets big
got what they prefer
me and bristol cracking this sh*t natural
this ain’t no reefer
glock 26 ar*15 got my n*ggas reserved (got my n*ggas)
got the shooters always with me
b*tch this n*gga is secured (yeah)

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