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lirik lagu mask off – lil double 0

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[intro]
(trey sold with this sh*t)
(we love you, perc)
big walk down

[chorus]
he got a lil’ money, but he ain’t me
he sell a lil’ drugs, but he ain’t street
he got took off for his p’s
n*ggas be cap rap in these streets
ap and rollie bustdown
so many p’s done took down
he ain’t my n*gga, he get took down
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off, f*ck it
[verse]
know i got fifty like zach randolph
tryna blast off, hit one in the face
he in my way, f*ck n*gga better go pray
i’ma send k!llers where he stay
walk him down in designer
[?] lil’ n*gga [?] with a micro drac’
get the drop and we score, n*ggas know we don’t play, on gang
if they give me a pick on the play, i’ma try
if the ticket look good for the ‘bows, i’ll buy it
scat pack too slow, but the h*llcat drive real quicker
big walk down, we don’t f*ck with them n*ggas
n*ggas know we don’t f*ck with the other side
walk ’em down with the chop, do a homicide
chrome heart, lion heart, r.i.p. r5
(a boss, my left wrist, my right wrist gon’ talk)
jumped off that porch when i was thirteen
f*ck n*gga ain’t seen sh*t that i saw
‘fore i take me a loss, i’d rather get off
(hmm, n*gga, i’d rather get off)
wipe me down
fresh as a b*tch, amiri to the ‘fit
like guap, i’ll put this sh*t on right now
feel like tupac, who got you shot?
come through with a bomb, hop out, walk ’em down
feel like tupac, who got you shot?
(come through with a bomb, hop out, walk ’em down)
deliver the smoke to a house, where he at?
hmm, n*gga, where the f*ck he at?
‘member days slidin’, had opps hidin’
’cause they know we put a n*gga’s ass to rest
mask off, f*ck it, everywhere clutchin’
[?] on the back of the glock [?]
‘fore i go broke, double 0’ll rob
put a ski mask and go hit the block, get it [?]
we work a job, these n*ggas p*ssy
say them n*ggas hard, but them n*ggas rookie
he ain’t got no heart, them f*ck n*ggas took it
say he got robbed for his bag, been shook ever since
pour up that purple rain like prince
every day [?] like i can’t quit
n*gga’d rather be sleep, double’d rather be rich
count up a million dollars all cash in this b*tch, on gang
i pull up mask off on a b*tch
hit the block broad day with the switch
pull up in somethin’ fast, hop out with your b*tch
if that’s your ho, then that’s my ho too, f*ck it, i ain’t even care ’bout the b*tch
let’s go, big 5.7 knock a n*gga off his feet
big body h*llcat, i’ma slide it, drive uncontrollably
double gon’ f*ck up the street
[?], we hop out on feet
(f*ck n*ggas ain’t really f*ckin’ with me, man)
twenty*four*hour trap wide open
empty the clip on lil’ bro ’cause he think sh*t sweet
gang play with the gang, get put on a tee
p*ssy, uh
let’s go
[chorus]
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off, f*ck it

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