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lirik lagu stincmeaner ! – ebk osama, verde babii & ssrichh33

[verse 1: verde babii]
bro said it’s on the floor, i did my money dance (i did my money dance)
a hundred on the chop’ll make a opp do the running man
he said it’s funk but i ain’t tripping, keep my gun in hand
it’s 24*double*0 but i got shooters in nightinghanistan
my life treacherous, like f*ck that stock, this glock got stick equipped (that n*gga got thirty on it)
like how the f*ck you n*ggas k!llers? ain’t n0body dead
rip my brother [?], every time i shed a tear it’s another skit
[?] the load, [?] and buy another bl!ck
bro just intercepted the pack, he deion with the pick
like aye, cuz, i went and popped up [?], i am not missing
like aye, cuz, i done popped blood too and he banged the wrong sh*t
this glock got fully switch so when you shooting it go ah*ah*ah
fn five*seven [?], this is not no chop (this is not no chop)
i just hit a l!ck for some—tryna set up shop
aye, i’m tryna set up shop
i just hit a—for some—i’m tryna set up shop
[verse 2: ssrichh33]
drop skizy, park the car, you know i’m bouncing out
this baby k gon’ stop the load, got n*ggas hopping out (got n*ggas hopping out)
i can’t let him get away, we finna run him down (finna run him down)
ran off on the plug, i’m up a couple pounds (i’m up a couple pounds)
aye, b*tch, go and f*ck it up (go and f*ck it up)
[?], we popped your brother, go and pick him up (go and pick him up)
aye, n*gga, this big b*tch gon’ knock him out his shoes (gon’ knock him out his shoes)
bro just copped a g22, my n*ggas tryna hoop (my n*ggas tryna hoop)
if it’s up then it’s stuck, we finna wiggle through (we gon’ slide)
better have it on you, n*ggas lacking, put him on the news (put him on the news)
dead n*ggas in my wood, i don’t wanna match it
ain’t worried ’bout a opp, we got the drop and them n*ggas f*ggots (and them n*ggas f*ggots)
i’m a ball hog, i’m not finna pass it (i ain’t passing sh*t)
bounce up out the load, get him gone, now he in a casket
aye, n*gga, i’m not finna pass it
bounce up out the load, get him gone, now he in a ca—

[verse 3: ebk osama]
aye, we put that n*gga in that tux, he looking dapper dan (he looking fresh as f*ck)
why the f*ck the opps playing my song like i won’t whack a fan? (like i won’t smack a b*tch)
magic school bus, we took a trip and almost crashed the benz (we on a field trip)
my lil bro was born to hoop but he still tryna slam, aye
while he was p*ssing on his b*lls i was p*ssing on my hands (i was p*ssing on my hands)
while he was playing g.i. joe i was tryna cram, aye (i was tryna cram)
n*gga, i was playing with poles (playing with sticks)
while he was tryna be tyrese i was breaking these hoes, aye (n*gga)
it was me and lil tyreek, we was breaking in homes
tryna crack a sucker, we find a strap then we taking a pole (taking that sh*t, n*gga)
aye, n*gga, a real ch*nk bleeder (real ch*nk bleeder)
and b*tch, it’s poles in the load, these ain’t no seat heaters (aye)
i will chase a hot n*gga down like a heat seeker
i do not f*ck with these n*ggas, b*tch, i’m stinkmeaner, aye
chase a hot n*gga down like a heat seeker
i do not f*ck with these n*ggas, b*tch, i’m stinkmeaner, aye
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