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who df spoke on b - enphamus lyrics

[intro]
retaliation is a must
(w*w*w*winner’s circle)
long live z5, long live b
this gun gon’ forever blaze ’till everybody d*i*e, n*gga

[verse 1]
uh, it’s hot outside, n*gga, it’s time for the hotbox
i’m on the west right now, ‘fore i go for a thing, i be rockin’ a g*shock
dumb n*gga got caught at the movies, standing outside, got left by the red box
ain’t trippin’ about no groupie, bust on her booty, pass her to red [glock?]
dumb b*tch can’t get my drop, b*tch n*gga can’t bend my dot, or he gon’ get shot
i can’t even go like pac, don’t pull up beside my car, you gon’ get popped
i’ma just smoke my gun, n*ggas knowin’ i take sh*t far, i shoot up the park
yn’s on your block, evеrybody got chops, ain’t n0body finna shoot out the car
n*gga ain’t lay nun’ down, b*tch, you ain’t finna take nun’ down, you ain’t break nun’ down
‘forе a n*gga take me out, co finna shake me down, i make sum’n drown
.62 ate him down, got hit in the head, now he eat with a straw in his mouth
n*gga gotta sh*t in the bag, he can’t even sh*t out his ass ’cause his stomach went out

[chorus]
who the f*ck spoke on b?
who the f*ck spoke on j? who spoke on z?
who the f*ck spoke on me?
who the f*ck merched on pete, and where he be?
who the f*ck spoke on b?
who the f*ck spoke on j? who spoke on z?
who the f*ck spoke on me?
who the f*ck merched on pete, and where he be?
[verse 2]
[seth?] bought a rpg, don’t get hurt tryna slide like rg3
f*ck is a rtg? i don’t even know, but n*gga, f*ck rtg
can’t rap bars with me, f*ck n*gga, you ain’t even been in the car with me
this sh*t won’t start with me, get in the car with them n*ggas, gon’ make sum’n bleed
clout one h*ll of a drug, blood all over the rug, he died in the tub
i got rich off [bowl?], f*cked off so many drugs, could’ve been on a [?]
you ain’t never sent no slug, you ain’t never broke no glass and hopped out trucks
you ain’t never dropped no thug, went put belt*to*ass in the field, not enough, n*gga
it’s hot outside, n*gga, it’s time for the hotbox
i’m on the west right now, ‘fore i go for a thing, i be wearin’ a g*shock
dumb n*gga got caught at the movies, standing outside, got left by the red box
ain’t trippin’ about no groupie, bust on her booty, pass her to red [glock?]
dumb b*tch can’t get my drop, b*tch n*gga can’t bend my dot, or he gon’ get shot
i can’t even go like pac, don’t pull up beside my car, you gon’ get popped
i’ma just smoke my gun, n*ggas knowin’ i take sh*t far, i shoot up the park
yn’s on your block, everybody got chops, ain’t n0body finna shoot out the car

[outro]
(n*gga ain’t lay nun’ down, b*tch, you ain’t finna take nun’ down, you ain’t break nun’ down)
p*ssy, big ettg, n*ggas know what the f*ck blazin’
(‘fore a n*gga take me out, co finna shake me down, i make sum’n drown)
uh, and long live b, long live z5, n*gga
(.62 ate him down, got hit in the head, now he eat with a straw in his mouth)
free q5, n*gga, free [?]
(n*gga gotta sh*t in the bag, he can’t even sh*t out his ass ’cause his stomach went out)
b*tch ass n*gga

- enphamus lyrics

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