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lirik lagu switches – sett

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[intro]
(david, wake up)
unconditional
murder and love
mafia, n*gga (once again, i’m locked in with tp, we finna make a hit)

[chorus]
young and turnt, baby, i’m lit
clap two times, know that it’s a hit (it’s a hit)
got sticks, i don’t pay for no bl!cks (but i got glocks and switches)
known for the top, hit low, ain’t sh*t (no)
cramped my hand from beatin’ this sh*t
cartier, ap, pinky ring hittin’
glock hittin’ better off my ‘fit
i done crossed out a lot of n*ggas, now i’m rich
i was locked, on free the town, rockin’ washington sh*t
big f*ck the opps crazy, i started this sh*t
ride through the hood, i ain’t parkin’ this b*tch (i ain’t parkin’ sh*t)
leave it runnin’, hop out with the clique (hop out and run)
hundred, hundred, n*gga, [?] i hit
i’m jumpin’ your eight, on the members, i don’t miss (on marvin)
shootin’ sh*t with the switch (frrt, frrt)
that one for that diss

[verse]
slide c4 to the curb, don’t kiss
i ain’t got no heart, but b*lls on my kicks (amiris)
he turned his back, hollows down, that’s a rick (ricky)
i ain’t take no picture, i wastеd my ‘fit
emp, [?] a b*tch
i can bring out the cake, he wеnt broke for this sh*t
ty rollin’ for mojo, i’m savin’ that hit (r.i.p. mojo)
i can work a ho, might put her on a strip (the stripper)
i ain’t even tax him, a hundred a zip
he duckin’ this sh*t, he got caught in the lip (he duckin’)
them boys ain’t k!llers, everybody get k!lled (ebgk)
they shoot up cribs, n*gga prayin’ for a k!ll (k!llers)
hawk sh*t like the mafia, we ain’t one of them (the mafia)
make him drown in his blood, don’t forget how to swim (murder and love)
you know i’m on somethin’ when you see me and tim
[?] gp, n*gga, i call him ([?] gp)
no opp [?], but we slidin’ on them (nope)
he was dissin’, so homie ass died for them (he died for them)
they tried get fresh, now they slide for him (slide for him)
the hoes we f*cked, they got pride for them (groupie*ass b*tches)
our city, when they died, they cried for them (sh*t*eater)
can’t convince me, no faith in these b*tches (nope)
these n*ggas gotta use hoes just for that k!llin’ (weak*ass n*gga)
tried to pay for a body, he ain’t active or drillin’
[chorus]
young and turnt, baby, i’m lit
clap two times, know that it’s a hit (it’s a hit)
got sticks, i don’t pay for no bl!cks (but i got glocks and switches)
known for the top, hit low, ain’t sh*t (no)
cramped my hand from beatin’ this sh*t
cartier, ap, pinky ring hittin’
glock hittin’ better off my ‘fit
i done crossed out a lot of n*ggas, now i’m rich
i was locked, on free the town, rockin’ washington sh*t
big f*ck the opps crazy, i started this sh*t
ride through the hood, i ain’t parkin’ this b*tch (i ain’t parkin’ sh*t)
leave it runnin’, hop out with the clique (hop out and run)
hundred, hundred, n*gga, [?] i hit
i’m jumpin’ your eight, on the members, i don’t miss (on marvin)
shootin’ sh*t with the switch (frrt, frrt)
that one for that diss

[outro]
shootin’ sh*t with the switch
that one for that diss

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