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lirik lagu wit` em – d3adguyy

[intro]
astro
yeah*yeah*yeah!

[chorus]
young n*ggas, it`s four battles * stoopid b*tches, hoes (like hoes)
young n*gga, keenan b*tches * is then on for my bro`s (let it go)
hey, came a long way, n*gga with a sticky, go no wrackes, do not friends, i doing my numbers * all my joke`s confessions (joke`s confessions, yeah*yeah)

[verse 1]
yeah, that stick, the n*gga * simple begin (brr*brr, yeah)
my b*tch all black, saled confessions (all black, all black)
body*ass drop, n*gga the beach confetti (beach confetti)
hey, my n*ggas with the (n)ine, my jeans so braggin (jeans so braggin)
hateness b*tches * then no rise soul (rise soul)
hateness b*tches on my .54
liked that and never a b*tches like ghost, khanin * a n*gga the sip my ghoust
who like`s drugs and n*gga seats? all in my drugs, n*gga two scene
designer * my drugs two seated. and the b*tches a f*cking are pull`em my b*tch
she pull up my d*ck everyday, what it coach. sleeping a couch, where the n*gga dual sauce? (n*gga dual)
yeah*yeah*yeah, (yeah*yeah*yeah) this n*ggas set new b*tches, yeah*yeah*yeah (yeah*yeah*yeah)
p*ssy*ass fast doing run a sense (yeah*yeah*yeah)
remember my number, (rave my nubmer) hate this b*tch like simple (yeah)
can`t get the oxy, we sleepin` a b*tch, and the f*cking on, n*gga do most (rrah)
b*tch like the mask, (brr) and my glock*19, they we sleep a coaster (yeah)
[verse 2]
money so big, what a n*gga too slim
begin a rack, why you bite liltle me?
she like mean, and the b*tch two drugs on, are n*gga sup my simple b*tch
got now b*tch and go no fax, we gun a poppa sayed “no, sin” (ooh)
i get the b*tch h*lla need a levi`s. (yeah*yeah) f*ck up my name, what you heard? (rrah)
had every b*tch walk a does, (les`go) h*ll off my money * i doubled it (oh*yeah)
double it b*tches, ##rr. hate the now system d*mn the seat, the givin a pull up boy, every seen
pull up boy*ass, where the a arm*side shooter?
canon the beat, where a n*gga they move?
i get rave a busted, dawg
and this b*tches got now “fra`”
and the nine * my n*gga suit (my n*gga suit)

[verse 3]
n*gga solved * get new b*tch, n*gga froze * the new seat, get new ryes on a sh*t * my designered quick (my designered quick)
had new stars on my quick, and my diamonds so weed
n*gga fryed on the all beam, my design b*tch (my design)
can now a worried d*mn, worried sound, runner hit (oh)
want my team, we slidin every rolls up (rrah*rrah)
and that rose arm, my neck and go new fracs
swerved b*tches, can the stiching, gettin folks with em (skrrt*skrrt)
and they lives with em, god d*mn it * life with em
can a verified b*tch? (can oh) can i lied with em? (yeah) can i rise them em?
hennesy still trippin`, i say “what the f*ck yo b*tch?”
[chorus]
young n*ggas, it`s four battles * stoopid b*tches, hoes (you stoopid b*tch)
young n*gga, keenan b*tches * is then on for my bro`s (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
hey, came a long way, n*gga with a sticky, go no wrackes, do not friends, i doing my numbers * all my joke`s confessions

[verse 4]
it saying compation, thot sayed “ya, ya” making move (we makin` move)
i say “the long time, the rifes on a rade my bro” (the rade my bro)
how got the fryes? on a b*tches flees (b*tches flees)
young n*gga then hit with the pull up boy, where the n*gga two*seam?

[outro]
ooh

- d3adguyy

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