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it's regular - fatjahk tgl lyrics

[intro:]

cripstreet n*gga on hoodstas free da homies n*gga naybahood

[verse 1:]

i bash tramps and etcetera
the slobs, weaksanes is boof, f*ggots get no head up
whole clip knock a n*gga noodles put that vest up
jahk snitchin you trippin the mans got you
the one shot trippin the tramp slippin he got him
real crip business i bouncin out of the [?]
everybody hood day im trippin on anybody
hoochies lyin talkin bout they hangin out

[verse 2:]

fruittruck murder
the girlies never be hangin out
the flowers think the trippin grab the pots cuz they water down
[?] my whole hood with the bouncin out
shooter from my section i ain’t bussin for no f*ckin clout
snot n*ggas bullsh*t way in gardena
bro you say yo name k!lla and but came bussin out
n*gga this the gang where we really bash sways
i’ll knock a b*tt down and k!lla twanc the same day
tryna press da hood blank so im dirtrocc k
and when i catch a von n*gga imma make him do a backflip
bubblegum n*ggas gettin popped like a [?]
pull up on a fake he gettin smashed like a bug quick
[verse 3]

4.30 stick finna slide through the nasties
bouncin out the coup finna k!ll all the maggots
only thing is i got some pies in the back b*tch
where the [?] at man them n*ggas hit the back fence
houseshoe bashin cuz them n*ggas on some [?] sh*t
pull up at [?] slapp the strip up out the plastic
free yt that boy was flockin out the mansion
yall park bullsh*t man that sh*t dont get jurassic
the 8 got sticks on my momma they be trampin
slide through his funeral and flip him out the casket
man you know gang on some k!ll all the opps sh*t
40 got extension so we call that thang a mob stick
free k9 that boy down for some hot sh*t
pulled up on me but im still on the same block
and drive tryna park so we called that thing a pitstop
n*gga turned on me sp he had to catch 6 shots
jahk a stain n*gga remember the name n*gga
if meech dont got it you know imma flame n*ggas
crazyowe with me so its 8 to the bay
i catch a flea n*gga f*ck a fade pull the thang
dead flag murder i really hate stains
to make a n*gga down i put a loser in the grave
free yt free k!lla free da gang
she ask me whats my name
b*tch for you its no stains
[bridge:]

im nine fingers up for these motherf*ckin hoochies
any thing with a h no passes f*ck hoochies
sweater gucci, louie i done threw away the [?]
clips like a movie [?]
all red beam sippin lean it got me woosie
and its rollin till they fill me up with lead b*tch
double back you better make sure that im dead b*tch
cuz if im not then imma f*ck around and shread sh*t
you better k!ll em i ain’t f*ckin with no leg hits
it shoots fast so we call that thing a speed stick
it sound fun so we shoot to make bleed b*tch
ay when n*ggas see the tech thats when the runnin gon come

[verse: 4]

so i bounced out on him sending shots up out the drum
imma let that thang ring till they callin out for help
imma flashy individual i could it with no wealth
and the 40 gotta a 30 that will make his face melt
b*tch it lauren on the draws
and its gucci on the belt
ain’t n0body there for you while you sittin in cell
and when a n*gga bounce out everything top shelf
the bubbles callin on the hoochies cuz them n*ggas need help
b*tch im full flesh gas so i know im going to h*ll
anything lost my n*ggas missing need to [?]
watched the whole hood d*mn there blowers off is 1 pass
f*ckin with some t hats
n*gga we ain’t feelin that
hey there f*ck n*gga squeak where that gun at
that n*gga got sn*tched for them gang tats on his back
any n*gga runnin up on jahk he ain’t runnin back
grxmey locs trippin if you slippin you can’t get a pass
[preoutro:]

f*ck tramps im still gon slide on them n*ggas
im still in the fakes g*slide on them n*ggas
when them n*ggas come back we ain’t hiding from them n*ggas
and im sippin on lean for n*ggas thats sippin beer
i ain’t never jock stains just setting the records here
you know ion give a f*ck a n*gga just stop caring
and when a n*gga was in jail ain’t n0body sitting my hearing
and on god my n*gga its f*ck slobs
catch a starving n*gga trippin im feedin him foe shots
i know the tramp n*ggas mad we takin over they block
chase bags out the back of the jag and k!ll opps
bullsh*t we bout that [?] and no b hats
f*ck it turn around and go again like a rematch
them g’z we dont do that cuz they be on that 3 sh*t
n*gga runnin fast man f*ck it pull the speed stick
40 got a 30 knock a n*gga off his feet sh*t

[outro:]

vermont scared of holly park
come shoot some sh*t

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