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lirik lagu 4sho ave freestyle – risktaker d-boy

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
yeah, uh*huh
motherf*ckers
they know what the f*ck it is, n*gga, risktaker, ayy
my n*gga joe got me in this b*tch
uh*huh
we in the streets, we ain’t industry, n*gga
let’s get it
ayy
[verse]
you never seen an ice sculpture, let me show you somethin’
you want twenty, come and get it, you can’t owe me nothin’
n*ggas lose they mind for the dollar, put some money on ’em
don’t speak on chop unless that b*tch come with a hundred on it
i done overdid it, this b*tch got like, um, a hundrеd somethin’
send ’em through a n*gga crib, hit his mama cousin
my n*ggas’ hеads wrapped up like osama cousins
tumbleweeds through a n*gga hood like they out west or somethin’
my n*gga mook servin’ n*ggas, ain’t no testers comin’
one up top, get you popped, i don’t stress ’bout nothin’
last n*gga f*cked with me, we ain’t rich yet
but if you wanna know the truth, i can make keith sweat
put the pressure on these n*ggas, you can’t teach that
n*ggas think because i’m poppin’, i won’t reach back
hit a n*gga whole other side like, “n*gga, keep that”
six feet deep where he gon’ sleep at
dress up like the mailman, b*tch, i need the pape’
used to break and enter, now i hit the interstate
b*tches say they love my smile, sh*t, i love they face
when i was little, i was ugly, b*tches had they way
couple n*ggas did me dirty, they ain’t here today
close*range faceshot, can’t forget his fade
dropped a hundred on the lawyer, make him dismiss the case
i ain’t scared of you f*ck n*ggas, b*tch, i’m here to stay
n*ggas still broke as h*ll, they just in the way
how many clips it’s gon’ take for mook to clear the way?
send a message to these n*ggas like i ain’t here to play
pop up at your funeral and have ’em shoot away
you run with hotheads, hit your ass with hot lead
catch one in the arm, leg, backshot, chest, head
don’t think sh*t sweet, toe*tag a n*gga
i done got my ho hit, sh*t, i wasn’t mad at n*ggas
i just ran my cheese up, got my cabbage bigger
big boogers in the watch, i ain’t an average n*gga
i got a benz i don’t drive, i leave it wtih my hitter
he gon’ slide down in style when i need the n*gga
jefe helped me chicken y’all five days straight
crackin’ seals on the brick, n*gga, f*ck an eight
my n*ggas callin’ from the pen’, i make sure they straight
i done sent about a couple thousand every day
i need the baddest b*tch in the club front and center
and if she got a fat ass, won’t hesitate to tip her
throwin’ money in the air, might pay her rent*a*center
i’ma still f*ck even though i know my n*gga hit her
[outro]
yeah
risktaker
it’s a movement, n*gga
it’s the motherf*ckin’ mob, yeah

- risktaker d boy

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