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combat - $not lyrics

[intro]
ayy, yuh

[verse]
ayy, these n*ggas ain’t ready for no combat (combat)
i pull out my tec, and my choppa (man down)
pray these n*ggas die, and they momma
i don’t want to talk unless we talking f*cking commas (ayy)
n*gga, i will steal your b*tch in my f*cking honda (honda)
gucci, louis, mixed with f*cking prada (yuh)
diamonds imported all the way from yokohama (ayy)
boys running out, so i take out my katana
watch out n*gga, it might f*cking chop ya
b*tch said she in love
i don’t speak no english, i say, “nada”
chilling with my n*ggas smoking ganja ([?])
in cuba, chilling with tupac in havana
f*cking that b*tch, yeah, rihanna, in my pumas
look at that n*gga (look at that)
put a hole in his head like a beluga (like a beluga)
beat that n*gga up like some tuna
smoking that n*gga up like a hookah (yeah)
[?] that b*tch like a ninja
b*tch, they call me $not, we [?], uh (yeah)
f*ck on that b*tch, then i leave her
n*ggas got me going super saiyan like vеgeta (vegeta)
i don’t f*ck with nonе of ya (nah)
i pull out my nina (ayy)
and i split these n*ggas up
automatic weapon hiding in my f*cking tommy trunk (tommy trunk)
i don’t know these n*ggas, n*ggas look like some f*cking punks
i take out my heater, then i put they bodies in the f*cking trunk
yuh

- not lyrics

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