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get ugly - luhhchriss lyrics

gang fashoo
wte
gas house
yall know what the f*ck going on
yeah
this sh*t can get ugly
bad bih tryna f*ck me
wte on my chain, know i’m up to something
i get dirty in the field
but this ain’t no rugby
tryna cover up my scars, don’t want you to judge me
brodie off them f*cking shrooms
swear that he can’t function
glock can’t get up in the door
ho i’m out of function
wonder do she love me
i be smokin’ broccoli
yeah, these hoes gone’ follow me
bankroll hit the lottery
youngest out here tryna do it
ion see no n*gga hot as me
put this sh*t on everyday
gotta watch my back
they all gone’ creep
gt posted in the cut
just waiting on an opp
slam dunk on a n*gga yao ming
i was just hurt back then
all my n*ggas ain’t dead
f*ck boy you ain’t my twin
i been living on my own without you
just give me a reason
n*gga wants to smoke this sh*t
get tragic my brothers, good on defense
{yeah, we striking sh*t}
please don’t tell me that you love me girl
cause i know you don’t mean it
making moves all by myself
wocky really got her leaning
get’em stamped, just like a post office
only time you really hit me up is when you need a favor
n*gga wants some static my brudda f*ck it we gone’ give
him cable i start taking time to find myself told her i
see you later i been chasing paper
this sh*t can get ugly
bad bih tryna f*ck me wte on my chain know i’m up to something
i get dirty in the field, but this ain’t no
rugby, tryna cover up my scars, don’t want
you to judge me, brodie off them f*cking shrooms
swear that he can’t function, glock
can’t get up in the door, ho i’m out the function
wonder do she love me, i be smokin’ broccoli
yeah, these hoes gone’ follow me, bankroll hit the lottery
i’m the ticket, i can feel it, know
some n*ggas that double*crossed me for real
lost my cousin, man, i hate that sh*t
tired of takin’ losses, right my wrongs
put it in my songs, how i vent regardless
all the sh*t i did for y’all, had to find it out, i’m sorry
on the road, but i won’t turn right, b*tch, don’t try to blow my high
mama told me i’mma star, but this sh*t don’t happen overnight
i tell my brother that i love a twin
it’s gonna be alright
let a f*ck n*gga play
and it’s gonna be a homicide
uhhh, uhhh
it’s gonna be a homicide
and you know we out here tryna to survive
gang!
it’s gonna be a homicide
fashoo
gang

- luhhchriss lyrics

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