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lirik lagu gnarly – stephen pierce

[verse 1] stephen
ay
keep it real it’s really f*cked up in my city
i know some n*ggas lose they life over some b*tches
lost my cousin to some petty lil sh*t got me sick
i don’t even like to celebrate on christmas
ay
i know some b*tches who gone tell me where you at
i know some n*ggas sell they soul just for a check
i know some n*ggas i can only call collect
i know some n*ggas go to church cause they on edge
so many hood politics up in my city
and all these b*tches turning necks becausе i’m pretty
and all this money coming in i need accountants
and she ain’t bout to say a word until a n*gga allow it n*gga
ay
polly need a crackеr i got white b*tch on the road
i could game a b*tch don’t need designer on my clothes
she be eating d*ck i’m surprised that she ain’t choke
n*ggas cooked off the hotbox i ain’t even smoke
and i collected box tops b*tch when i was broke
shawty caught the drift n*gga i ain’t even throw it
if she ain’t sucking d*ck n*gga i don’t even want her
dreamteam in this b*tch n*gga hotter than the summer, gone
my b*tch shaking ass yeah i like the way she move it
and b*tch i’m blowing up like the bubbles in jacuzzis
i just made another thousand that sh*t generate my mood
i got two g*y b*tches and they wanna make a movie n*gga
i’m in sacramento every b*tch in here be choosing
and i be making hits ain’t gotta think bruh i just do it
and when i give her d*ck she always say she wanna move in
and if you ain’t getting money this the part where imma lose you
gold in my mouth sh*t looking like fort knox
pole in my house you know i gotta keep the door locked
i got some fam in the south and they like to eat craw craw
she a pitbull princess cause the b*tch got lockjaw
n*ggas is trippin
i don’t really be trippin on songs by myself this sh*t feel good
imma keep going
ay look

[verse 2]
and we screaming f*ck the popo cause the k!llings and beatings
middle finger f*ck the system i don’t like how they treat us
yeah i had to learn to quick boy you better start scheming
and we don’t f*ck with lady liberty i caught that hoe cheating
i spent my streaming profits to vacate for a weekend
b*tches try to hump me i refer them to jesus
300 for these diamonds f*ck a flex this my image
i love p*ssy and cheese so i could never be vegan
i dont really follow with these old n*ggas preaching
they predicted weather just by studying seasons
y’all focus on the clouds when the sun is still beaming
i just talk to god she told me practice my breathing
pops taught the ethics i’m a f*cking go*getter
you n*ggas missed the exit cause ya stuck in mirrors
my section setting standards couldn’t be any clearer
all these racks i’m stacking is going back to my n*ggas n*gga

{narly]
“cuddy you know it’s good vibes asa lama lak*m brother
you froze up so ya fimme i had to scratch off
you know and get back to the business
ay we already know what time it is”
[verse 3]
i feel immaculate
predict these hoes like calculus
i know a couple crips a couple bloods ain’t talking dracula
running to my omens ain’t got time to try bag a b*tch
y’all n*ggas lacking aspirations searching for an acid trip
i made this beat on accident

- stephen pierce

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