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lirik lagu replaced! – ham sandwich (usa)

replaced! lyrics
[verse 1: ham sandwich]
n*gga you spilled the wock, f*ck
none of these n*ggas gon’ walk up
all of these n*ggas just talk tough
mess with the gang get chopped up (yes sir)
body to the pavement he, chalked up (yes sir)
free all my n*gga that’s locked up (d*mn)
oh sh*t dennis just got out (yo for real)
yessir (yesir)
we finna throw him a potluck
n*ggas is jealous they not us
my n*ggas eatin’, we stocked up
robinhood gettin’ my stocks up (yes sir)
cornrows gettin’ my stalks up (cash, cash)
all of these n*ggas is washed up
used to be lame, but i bossed up (yes sir)
used to be lamе they was callin’ me weird
now i got clout and i got mе a*
wait, shout out to pe$o, the reason i’m here
w*whippin’ so fast that i can’t even steer
w*weed is so loud that i can’t even hear
go no emotions, i can’t even fear
i can’t even cry, i can’t even tear
winning so often, i can’t even cheer
i catch me a win like rick do (yes sir, yes sir)
n*gga i’m quick to cut off a snake
my n*ggas gon whip through (woo, woo, woo)
chopper gon lift you (yes sir)
all my n*ggas get a cut of the cake (yes sir, woo, woo)
when yo shawty not with you she on my d*ck too (ay, ay)
just try to get at the money i make (woo, woo)
my homies got sticks too, they like the pit crew (woo, woo, woo)
load up the rounds and we doin’ the race
if you look at me wrong then i’m shooting your face
if you f*ck with me wrong i’mma shoot up your place
if you try to run then we doin’ the chase
no we stomping you out, you a f*ckin’ disgrace
all you n*ggas too slow, need to pick up the pace
if is hot him on cam, i could still beat the case
put a hole in his chest, he could still meet the ace
so best watch where you step, you could still be replaced
[verse 2: shofu]
b*tch i run it, i’m out here i’m getting in shape
but i’m eating, my pockets ain’t ain’t losing no weight
n*ggas really be broke, i could never relate
shoot that b*tch off the glass, then it’s straight to the bank (boom)
b*tch i’m fresh out the pod and i’m fresh out the gate
i come through with the gang, we gon’ slide through the paint
oh it’s cute how he done made him a name
i put y’all n*ggas on, let you eat off my plate
got a brand new glock and it’s loaded
i keep that b*tch on my waist and i tote it
talk crazy online but in person he folded
red beam with extensions, don’t make me unload it (brrrrr)
new b*tch and she so devoted
she see me, she throw it
she know who i am, b*tch i’m goated
she got on her knees and she throat it
i d*mn near exploded, that b*tch might be gettin’ promoted
my shooters gon’ blow and it’s all for the paper (yeah)
b*tch you gettin’ mashed and i stay with a banger (bow)
i shoot it and fade, but this cut ain’t no taper
just do me a favor, don’t do me no favors
keep runnin yo mouth, you gon’ run into danger
i nut in her mouth and you still finna date her
you love her, you hate her, she love me, i hate her
i got what i need then i had to replace her (b*tch)

- ham sandwich usa

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