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10 a g - d malicious lyrics

(slim atb) :

mmm….

mm…mmm..mm…

ayo d, i think we got sumn wit dis one…

yuh…yuh…yuhh..
young n*gga, but i’m coming out them trenches b
nd iann chasing sh*t, if it ain’t mean’t, then it ain’t mean’t to be (i can’t)
thought yo ass was smoove, i played the part, like is you kidding me ? rearrange my cards and turn yo ass to f*ckin history (stupid b*tch)
nun but a b*tch to me, smokin on that stupid gas, i got that sh*t for 10 a g !
b*tch i’m zeed, so d*mn high forgot to watch ma speed, let ’em flic behind me, told they ass to find me, i’m like who is you, he don’t want no static quick to bust a move, sp*wn it, let him have it, pull it out the hat, like it’s magic, i’m tryna cause sumn havoc, like what they said, that sh*t was tragic, pull up, i be splashing, hit da gas, i be dappin, tryna live off this rappin, me and mal back to back, we tryna make it happen, ion talk care cause n*ggas cappin, tryna box еm up nd ian talkin bout tappin, white sheet leave еm covered like a wrapper, people fakin kno they ass is actors…

(slim atb) :

young n*gga, but i’m coming out them trenches b
nd iann chasing sh*t, if it ain’t mean’t, then it ain’t mean’t to be (i can’t)
thought yo ass was smoove, i played the part, like is you kidding me ? rearrange my cards and turn yo ass to f*ckin history (stupid b*tch)

(d malicious) :

iann texting these hoes, i just leave em delivered, if i’m cutting you off, den you passed me da scissors, b*tch give me top, cause she know i got skrilla, feeling like top, ainnn n0body been realer, … you give me the beat, know ima k!ll it, hang wit sumn z’s, them n*ggas be drilling, if that n*gga a hoe, we call him a mistress… (yuhhh…)

b*tch i’m young and malicious, i come from the trenches, get yo ass popped n*gga, don’t even mention, i call it glockiana when i shout out to mention them bullets they hit from a distance, these b*tches be trippin, these n*ggas be switching, ionn give a f*ck..
i’m tryna get my n*ggas out da city, i’m tryna bring some n*ggas up with me, i’m tryna get my n*ggas out da kivett…uhh pullup and get you some chicken
if it ain’t bout money, da hoe gotta go, tell da lil b*tches stop calling my phone, ion give a f*ck n*gga you ainn my bro, she dropping the low n*gga you gotta go, b*tch hurt my feelings, nd b*tch hurt my soul, my n*gga he gone, can’t hear my songs…

(slim atb):

(d malicious):

10 a g…..
she said i can’t rap, that sh*t…….mannn, ian ian even finna let that sh*t get to me doe, but.. aye aye shoutout v….uhh
shoutout to v, man she said i can’t rap, but i’m riding da muhhhf*cking h*ll out dis beat, i hang wit some z’s, i know some n*ggas who spray down yo street…or yo block… n*gga give a f*ck bout the cop, do the dash on the cops, dance on the opps ………

don’t stop when it come to this sh*t…
baby make that ass dribble like you was in the league…
i was rapping when i was 3….give a f*ck ..

tripping…
im a star, n*gga im a star, im on the beat just cause im a star, ayee……..

- d malicious lyrics

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