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lirik lagu beef stroganoff – family friendly mob

[intro: lil scachty]

family friendly mob
lil scachty
metro slammer
steve
adam
and my boy max
here we go

[verse 1: lil scachty]

shoot this sh-t up
i’m a gunman for hire
me and slammer straight
coming at you with the fire
when i’m on the court
i see you nijjas in a hurry
pull up game strong
better call me steph curry
see you on the block
i’ma pull up with the glock
see you at your front door
hurry, try to lock it up
but i’ma brush this sh-t down
nothing you can do to stop it
tryna grab your piece
you better go ahead and drop it
bullets in your crib
now there’s holes up in your rib
acting real quiet
you better go ahead and zip it
roll up outta there
with my cup of lean, sip it
now i got your girl and all she do is grip it
hit the p-ssy up, man the sh-t was a quick fit
stay up all night, yeah all i do is h-t it
man all i do is h-t it
d-mn this is too lit b-tch

[verse 2: adam]

smell of burning rubber
lighting up with my brother
disgrace to our mother
ducking for cover?
steering off course
above the laws
with broken jaws
escape route a lock
gotta restock
woke up to a knock
became a master mechanic
i like my chips balsamic
all my friends, they asian
they make my whizz be raisin’
what a furious invitation
we at the train station

[verse 3: bryan]

yo i’ma hit this beat
like how i banged your b-tch
spit fire from my lips
making sure you get ripped
pick up a pen, and murder this beat
you p-ssy rappers wear your heart on your sleeve
i’ll roll up on the block
chillin’ with my glock
life is fiction, full of contradictions
petty perceptions, all designed for misdirections
rich men put lies on the table
can’t leave it, out on the wall
refuse to read it
time and time again we’ll find ourselves defeated
but still act like we’re lakers, repeat it
got cash, money, more like a f-cking bank
like troops in a war
or a f-cking tank

{verse 4: steve]

(ooh, ooh, yuh, yuh)
sippin’ on that m-th-f-ckin lean (yuh)
what the f-ck do ya’ll mean? (what?)
poppin’ these pillies, makin’ these millies
your new sh-t makes you look silly (ooh)
me and slammer in the stu
what the f-ck you gon’ do? (yuh)
my diamonds wet like a lake (yuh)
your diamonds all fake (ooh)
you got ice on your wrist (ooh)
i got ice on my b-tch (ooh)
she thick as f-ck, my d-ck get sucked
you mad as f-ck, it looks like you’re all outta’ luck
trapping makes my pockets look fatter
no i don’t play
i’m not a soundcloud rapper
n-gg- with this flow, you will get bombarded
n-gg- know these stack are are all 100’s

- family friendly mob

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