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lirik lagu 10hunnit – runitup jaybo

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(adlibs)
lordz… aye (dime baby, aye, huh)

(intro)
pushin’ 10 hunnit gotta problem, n*gga make it known
n*gga if my shooter wasn’t down, you wouldn’t have made it home
put they brother down did n*ggas slide, no they made a post
b*tch you ain’t no shooter, stop frontin, zaya take his pole
b*tch you ain’t that n*gga like that, that b*tch ah set you up

(verse 1)
sit outside yo spot you come out, then we gon wet you up
my n*ggas came from nun’ my n*gga, so please don’t flex with us
you let that b*tch get to you n*gga, she really bettered blood
up yo pole b*tch ain’t no fadin’, chucky don’t go for that
i can’t put my trust in no n*gga, whoever told a fact
never еver failed onna l!ck, b*tch all i know is lash
last b*tch that tried to sеt a play, we got on her ass
i can’t even name me a time, that i done gave a pass
i can’t even name a sucka rhyme, that really even gas

(verse 2)
i remember gettin’ on n*ggas, when they came innat jam
remember n*ggas stayed in they cell, when politics was ran
glock 40. and it’s been clean, this b*tch ah never jam
all you doin’ is givin’ her d*ck, that sh*t ah never last
ion wanna f*ck on no b*tch, that can’t bring in a bag
all these b*tches blowin’ my line, got n*ggas b*tches mad
(verse 3)
boy you out here f*ckin on b*tches, that ain’t gon never pay
you lettin’ that b*tch sit around broke, tell her to bust a date
all that negativity b*tch, like get the f*ck away
let a b*tch start f*ckin’ with suckas, she gettin’ cut today
bro just spent a band onnat chop, that he gon’ flip for more
cheesin’ n*ggas whips, got n*ggas hidin’, n*ggas skippin’ loads
thought i was gon stay in da hood, no b*tch i’m skippin’ homes
cus every time i dropped me a shot, b*tch they knew where to go
cuddie ru went down for a homi’, they said he smoked da b*tch
all you see is holes in they loads, like we was pokin’ sh*t
you are not no vet as no shooter, so you can’t hold the stick
yo brother out here tellin’ on n*ggas, and you promote the sh*t

(verse 4)
cuddie ru went down for a homi’, they said he smoked da b*tch
all you see is holes in they loads, like we was pokin’ sh*t
you are not no vet as no shooter, so you can’t hold the stick
yo brother out here tellin’ on n*ggas, and you promote the sh*t
other side bangin’ n*ggas dissin’, got em’ televised
b*tch yo brother died, stop postin’ b*tch n*gga slide
onna gram they seem h*lla hard, but n*ggas really shy
my east n*ggas chased bro out his feet, and i’ll never lie

(outro)
n*ggas always askin’ for sh*t, like lemme hold sum’
weird n*gga, you are not lordz, so you can’t hold nun’
n*ggas out here claimin’ they hot, boy you ain’t blow nun’
check the board for what, b*tch n*gga you ain’t score nun’
n*ggas always askin’ for sh*t, like lemme hold sum’
weird n*gga, you are not lordz, so you can’t hold nun’
n*ggas out here claimin’ they hot, boy you ain’t blow nun’
check the board for what, b*tch n*gga you ain’t score nun’

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