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gangster bitch - li rye lyrics

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
sippin’ drank, get my d*ck sucked by this gangster b*tch that clutch on glocks
ran it up, don’t do plain jane, like to bust down all my clocks
it ain’t no flaw in none my rocks, ain’t none my pistols come in stocks
i like foreign chops, some sh*t that make you duck down when you hear it
this sh*t for life, b*tch, you gon’ die, you gon’ suffer for what you did
catch him, wet up the chest, bet that ho be blessed, this 7.62, not sig
grown men game, it ain’t for kids, how you ’bout that and never slid?
i know n*ggas mugged, had to leave, that formaldehyde gon’ leave your head beat

[verse]
don’t squeal, lay down and do your bid (go get rich behind the walls or somethin’)
you chose this sh*t, can’t take it back (you tellin’ it was all for nothin’)
we the ones turned your dog to runtz
tom cruise, i pull my own stunts
f*ck security, i’m outside with my own gun
n*ggas p*ssy, see my face and they gon’ run
brand new stick ain’t hit his head, that’s a home run
i just gave this b*tch a half my xan’, we finna have fun
yeah, you can come and swallow nuts, b*tch, you can’t have my son
off the perc’, i f*cked that ho so good, she say she’ll pay my bond
i like when she twerk, i like when your ho go berserk and poke sh*t out like a nurse
i’m off a perc’, she know that i’m tryna go berserk, scared they won’t give me nothin’
mix lean with yerks, that sh*t get me turnt, got me tryna step on somethin’
i’m in the back with a drac’, tryna knock his off face, top hats, i ain’t steppin’ for nothin’
n*gga tellin’, i’m stayin’ from ’round, ‘terrogation, i ain’t sayin’ a word
every time i hear my name, i make my young n*ggas go swerve
hit your block in a v12, slingin’ that b*tch while i’m kissin’ the curb
[chorus]
sippin’ drank, get my d*ck sucked by this gangster b*tch that clutch on glocks
ran it up, don’t do plain jane, like to bust down all my clocks
it ain’t no flaw in none my rocks, ain’t none my pistols come in stocks
i like foreign chops, some sh*t that make you duck down when you hear it
this sh*t for life, b*tch, you gon’ die, you gon’ suffer for what you did
catch him, wet up the chest, bet that ho be blessed, this 7.62, not sig
grown men game, it ain’t for kids, how you ’bout that and never slid?
i know n*ggas mugged, had to leave, that formaldehyde gon’ leave your head beat

- li rye lyrics

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