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lirik lagu in da street – madmarcc

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[intro]
all that poppin’ sh*t on live, don’t end up dead (yeah)
them n*ggas ain’t shot sh*t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said
yeah (rookie*ass n*gga)

[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh*t on live, don’t end up dead (p*ssy)
them n*ggas ain’t shot sh*t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (dead)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (yeah)
b*tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed)
i’m like why the f*ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ’posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street”
tried to count me out, that sh*t ain’t work, f*ck up the industry
almost caught some feelings for a b*tch, the f*ck got into me?

[verse 1]
p*ssy*ass n*ggas out hеre rippin’ posts and chasin’ clout (p*ssy)
b*tch, we be on 1220 gun club, tеll ’em take the route (pull up)
n*ggas out here cappin’ like they steppin’, put your weapon down
i know they ain’t talkin’ ’bout smoke, these n*ggas broke, they better settle down (f*ck, turn me up, yeah)
when sh*t up, no comin’ down (f*ck ’em)
p*ssy*ass n*ggas out here makin’ posts, ain’t heard a sound
ain’t droppin’ shots, should be ashamed, treat ’em like a child (turn me up)
promise sh*t get deeper on this end, f*ck around and drown
[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh*t on live, don’t end up dead (p*ssy)
them n*ggas ain’t shot sh*t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (p*ssy)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (long live lil v)
b*tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed, turn me up)
i’m like why the f*ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ‘posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street” (f*ck that)
tried to count me out, that sh*t ain’t work, f*ck up the industry (m*a*d)
almost caught some feelings for a b*tch, the f*ck got into me? (f*ck got into me? turn me up)

[verse 2]
hey, go to jail, become a rat (m*a*d)
get released, become a pack (p*ssy)
the f*ck is bein’ fired? b*tch, we step on sh*t, free boys in black
one*v*one, let’s set the match (turn me up)
n*gga should’ve checked the stats (f*ck you)
you only on that block inside your pictures, n*gga, stop the cap (we steppin’ on sh*t)
vvss drippin’ on my clothes (yup)
n*ggas act like b*tches, they gon’ fall in line like dominos
we was in them trenches with them glizzies, d*mn near upped the score (yeah)
goofy put a promag in his bl!ck, he d*mn near lost his soul

[chorus]
all that poppin’ sh*t on live, don’t end up dead (p*ssy)
them n*ggas ain’t shot sh*t, ain’t did a thing, that’s what i said (p*ssy)
dissin’ on lil v come with a price, it’s time to pay it (yeah)
b*tch, we don’t take pictures with these rifles, might go fed (fed)
i’m like why the f*ck everybody keep on tellin’ me
“mad, you ‘posed to be the face, can’t still be slidin’ in the street” (turn me up)
tried to count me out, that sh*t ain’t work, f*ck up the industry (turn me up)
almost caught some feelings for a b*tch, the f*ck got into me? (f*ck got into me?)

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