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lirik lagu f150 – idontknowjeffery & black smurf

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above the law records n*gga (above!)
ay! f*ck n*gga!

[verse 1: idontknowjeffery]
pinky ring (look like a ay)
pinky ring look like i won in a major league
slid on the opps now everybody afraid of me
schedule our booking no b*tch spend a day with me
jeffery sell merch
doc jeffery cold like negative 8 degrees
hollow tip sh*lls
and if i go to h*ll i make satan leave (gang!)
smoking on opps turn a opp to a 8th of weed
cheat on my b*tch yeah i cheat on her faithfully
can’t name one thing a n*gga gon’ take from me
live with your momma n*gga, shut up and rake them leaves
live with your daddy ain’t sh*t you can say to me
n*gga want smoke, f*ck around and lace the weed
smoking on opps i don’t sell ’em (?)

[verse 2: black smurf]
i’m just kicking sh*t, 10k on me i ain’t even touch the stash
he 2, 3 deep no point in going to war he down in cement
i’m (?) run it up we getting on they neck, on they ass
he leave two with me right by the seat hit ’em like vicodin
just memphis style (?) twenty time out of ten
that’s 1300 to run the sh*t like how i’m styling it
i pop out just me n*gga gon’ step in your city i’m flexing bih
i’m to raw from the floor i can dap up with ja morant
you see where i’m standing at twenty minutes we landing
mall in my closet look like the met
bro got 30 (?) stack you up like a (?)
n*gga mad cause we been runnin’ it back to back in they set
she like why i stunt so hard (?)
me and the gas stepping so hard that we part of the taliban
(?) couple throwaway duds in a duffle bag
don’t gotta ask how we coming, it’s obvious understood
[verse 3: idontknowjeffery]
ran outta opps i done f*cked around and k!lled ’em all
doc jeffery raw like a (?)
quick draw on a n*gga he ain’t like quick draw
duct tape on a n*gga mouth and rip it off
told the lil’ b*tch, eat a d*ck then she bit it off
broke ass n*gga, he ain’t got fifty dollars (nope)
i don’t play xbox b*tch got the best box
wham on a n*gga (?)
freaky ass b*tch i’ma need to walk her with a dog collar
f*ck the world raw f*ck the world, raw d*gg*n’
seventeen deep in the club and we all ballin’
time up b*tches ass make ’em start talkin’
claim you a street n*gga, n*gga outside walking
sauce on my glock but the sauce ain’t (?)
throw the dead body in the ocean with the red lobsters
if i run it to him you can take his head off ’em
above the law records n*gga
hustle family b*tch ass n*gga, yeah

[verse 4: black smurf]
yup, i’m riding around

turn 2 to a 4, turn 4 to a 10 just how
can’t wait to get rich

this a 50 ok, this a 60 ok that’s just me counting. minding my business

[verse 5: idontknowjeffery]
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