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lirik lagu no competition – fbg

[verse 1: skoop gangbaby centos]
i’m pushing these zips, i’m pushing these bricks
i make that sh-t flip, this forty on me so i never slip
i’m f-cking your b-tch, she loving my d-ck
she loving my chain, she loving my wrist
look at my wrist, some icy sh-t
these hundreds on me, don’t buy a b-tch sh-t
my n-ggas insane, they keep the [?]
you play with the gang, you get yo -ss [?]
there’s no compet-tion, so stay in your lane
you run up on me, than squeeze out your brains
you say you got bands, well n-gga come show me
t haish in the cut, he rolling up dodi
got liquor and lean, i’m moving real slowly
you not on your block, cuz i be up on [?]
? you at, my n-ggas they strapped
these hollows they come and they hit in his hat
they make your sh-t splat, i’m back to the trap
i’m bagging the sack and i’m cooking the crack
and i’m hitting these juggs, i’m hitting these l!cks
i’m trying to get rich, so f-ck a b-tch
you is a stain, i’m taking yo sh-t
where is yo bands, i’m running yo sh-t

[chorus: wonnie dang]
no compet-tion, n-ggas is no compet-tion
motherf-ck the opposition, b-tch my possie winning
b-tch if i see it and want it i send my guys out to get it
its no compet-tion
motherf-ck the opposition, my n-ggas they winning f-ck n-gga
its no compet-tion
all the f-ck i gotta do is holler gang out, and them n-ggas tripping

[verse 2: tre]
finesse and the pack head, its straight to the trap
with the plug on my lawn trying to get his sh-t back
you see compet-tion, ain’t no compet-tion
we winning my n-gga, go check out the stat
i’m high as a kite, and i’m gripping my pipe
you come at me wrong, and you losing your life
i’m creaming yo b-tch, and i’m getting it right
i’m deep in the p-ssy, i’m banging her lights
these n-ggas some hoes, and you don’t want no smoke
i catch one of ya’ll, and i’m drilling no joke
you think its a game, f-ck around and get poke
he was laughing at first, but now he [?]
headband in my blunt, 36 in my gun
your jays on my feet, with bands on my thumb
that b-tch yeah she with me, i’m sipping on mud
she want me to f-ck, that loud got me stuck
you looking for me, you know where i am
i’m cooling on 21st in fazo land
cool rolling on mollies, might catch em a body, money got the 40 squeeze toting the shotty
i’m k!lling these n-ggas, ain’t k!lling this beef
don’t make me get low in your bushes and creep
make you feel this heat, knock you off your feet
pull up to your crib, leave a murder scene

[verse 3: wonnie dang]
my n-gga i’m tripping
seen that goofy n-gga flexing with too many packs and the stacks
now i’m loading extensions
he got something that i want, so i got’s to go out to get it
now i’m on a mission
my tre the driver and me skoop the squeeze out the front door [?]
my n-ggas we k!lling
if he hesitate to give up everything, than [?]
they gon'[?]
me and the gang in the game and we like the bulls in 96′ so you know that we winning
that b-tch on my hip bout’ the business
my favorite team player on mamma
she jordan i’m pippin
whenever i’m up and than shoot me a three ain’t no d [?]
they rocking with me n-gga f-ck it, any p-ssy boy can get it
[?]
that’s just straight up how i’m feeling, letting it blow if i lift it
ya’ll n-ggas is b-tches
playing like you about that life, no that ain’t the life you living
my n-gga you tripping
your -ss ain’t really off the court, cuz you ain’t got the mission
you n-ggas ridiculous
don’t bring yo -ss by that water, if you ain’t ready to jump in it
its no compet-tion

- fbg

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