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whats ur rank - invel lyrics

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broke ass n*gga, where your racks at, yeah
n*ggas be stealin’ my sound, d*mn, ya lil’ n*ggas gon’ copycat
i keep a hundred round mag on me, n*gga, tell me where you runnin’ at
p*ssy n*gga lame as f*ck, talkin’ ’bout where the functions at
if i can’t push up front, n*gga, we creep through the f*ckin’ back
heard he talkin’ on my gang, pull up on that n*gga, he gettin’ f*ckin’ smacked
all these drugs in my brain, like i said, i be f*ckin’ smacked
lil’ n*gga, tell me what’s your rank, you a b*tch n*gga, you can’t kick it
every time i walk up in the room and i’m talkin’, everybody listen
how many times i gotta say it, oh my god, so tired of these intermissions
and that b*tch sayin’ that her p*ssy wеt as f*ck, n*gga, shut up, you be p*ssin’
dumb ass lil’ thot thinkin’ we coolin’, n*gga, you know we not kissin’
and thеse n*ggas know i’m mr. backdoor, pull up on your spot, get to blitzin’
if you really want some beef, call my ybs, i be pickin’
i don’t f*ck with none of these n*ggas, i don’t really give a f*ck, we not cl!ckin’
walk up in the room, godd*mn, fat b*tt, d*mn near just hit it
in the room thinkin’ this sh*t wet as f*ck, godd*mn, i miss it
p*ssy boy cryin’ to his mommy, i f*ck his b*tch, it was exquisite
they gon’ call me every time when the opps outside ’cause i gotta dismiss it
i’m the type of n*gga take your b*tch, laugh, then take her ass on a picnic
and this glock make a n*gga run like fitness
glock scary as f*ck, coryxkenshin
you a b*tch boy, stop pretendin’
i f*ck that b*tch, she gon’ suck on my d*ck, and i play with her mouth like a dentist
i call up bro and go to the store, n*ggas be like, “d*mn, how much you spendin’?”
i go to the store, spend rack, that’s light
it’s a gunfight, why you bring your knife
i hate my opps, spin through they block, n*ggas call me a thief up in the night
i’m smokin’ gas, kickin’ the pipe
look at my neck, that sh*t is ice
you a broke ass peon, that sound right
your b*tch on my c*ck, she ridin’ the d*ck like a motherf*ckin’ bike
feel bad for lil’ bro, he wanna be friends, tell that n*gga, “sike”

- invel lyrics

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