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fucc u - criminal-4hm lyrics

verse 1:
silly m*th*f*ckas walking these streets, increase
they populating over g’s dramatically
mobbing like their rulers of the f*cking concrete
f*ck around and be deceased, when we meet, you delete
wanna bang cause f*ckin tattoo
throwing up a w n*gga thinking that he cube
fronting with your tool c*cked like you know what to do
boy you n*ggas k!ll me how you hard with a crew
bus a hat to the back, another coward in a pack
cuz thinking that he god, need to stop sipping yack
infatuated with the rats on the block in a skirt
but them hoes’ll get you hurt, leave you painted in thе dirt
takes heart top be a thug, not thе stack of your bank
thinking cause you see walk you a g but you ani’t
cause you bus a tank*top with some chucks and a flag
with a slight sag, n*ggas put ya body in a bag (woh)

pre chorus:
n*ggas always haten, why they always haten
i beat these streets just like a g my n*gga let me make it
please miss me with that f*ckery
hate me but can’t f*ck with me
i mix these combos, recipe
plant rocks in ya chest like coca leafs
chorus:
this for the n*gga who perpetrate
fucc you!
to the n*ggas who player hate
fucc you!
this is for the m*th*f*ckin n*ggas who think they got game
fucc you!
to you salt shaker, fakers wanta be players
no need for me to call names

verse 2:
i’m tried oft these b*tch ass n*ggas
perpetrating in this m*th*f*ckin game like you n*ggas cold k!llers
knowing d*mn well if a situation was to come about
n*ggas be as about as soft as r&b singers
giving up the middle finger
to you fakers, you haters and wanna be players all you salt shakers
you gone need an undertaker to burry you n*ggas when i creep
under concrete. wanna try me
haters shacking me like kobe
cause i’m feeling they souls with bullet wholes, leaving they baby mommas lonely
you f*ckin phony, i got you thinking that we homies but, i potting
to leave you rotting in your saucony’s
what its gone be another mystery unsolved like twista
giving you blisters for trying to run around with the mister
k!ll you the kiss your mother at the day that you’re buried
n*ggas is scary so ditches in your life necessary
pre chorus:
n*ggas always haten, why they always haten
i beat these streets just like a g my n*gga let me make it
please miss me with that f*ckery
hate me but can’t f*ck with me
i mix these combos, recipe
plant rocks in ya chest like coca leafs

chorus:
this for the n*gga who perpetrate
fucc you!
to the n*ggas who player hate
fucc you!
this is for the m*th*f*ckin n*ggas who think they got game
fucc you!
to you salt shaker, fakers wanta be players
no need for me to call names

this for the n*gga who perpetrate
fucc you!
to the n*ggas who player hate
fucc you!
this is for the m*th*f*ckin n*ggas who think they got game
fucc you!
to you salt shaker, fakers wanta be players
no need for me to call names

- criminal 4hm lyrics

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