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lirik lagu one take – surf god

‘goneee’

these n*ggas playing with me man… tired of that sh*t (its surf)
‘yeah yeah’

i remember eating sugar rice wasn’t sh*t nice now n*ggas trynna pull up with big pipes

might leave em dead under streets lights
what these streets like
ima get it give a f*ck about what the streets like

n*ggas clowned i was down and dirty n*gga
tried to hoe me n*gga
can’t believe i let you walk over me n*gga

wearing shoes till the rubber burnt a hole
give a f*ck ab the cold
was on that bus stop wit no coat n*gga

i watch my mom sleep on the floor
had no where else to go we was sleeping door to door

taking bath in the sink before them bills start grow
trynna save every dollar picking change up off the road (go)

thinking one day ima be that n*gga (yea)
stacking triple figures
n*gga flexing poles until they need it n*gga (you don’t need it n*gga)
talking crazy on the net like i ain’t see it n*gga
i ain’t trynna mention sh*t im trynna delete a n*gga (b*tch)

this that sh*t you rob a opp too (yea)
pop a glock too (bow)
hit the dash and pray you lose the cops too (gone)

all these pros you think a n*gga made draft
i swear i make fast
taking trips to cali better do the math ( count it)

you use to laugh when i got kicked up outta class
now yo b*tch running to me when you start make her mad (ha)

i’m the one cracking jokes now
yo ppls bought you all ya gear back in school
look at you broke now (d*mn)

i really know some young n*ggas up 100 thou

you over 25 still sleeping at ya mommas house (broke ass)

soon as i touched 18 i told my moms i moving out (gone)
been at the bank so much they don’t even check my cash amount (aye)

that’s how i do it n*gga
i can’t lose to n*ggas
you keep talking all that hot sh*t time to prove it n*gga
(time to prove it n*gga)

every time i drop a verse the streets approve it n*gga
turned a pebble to a perl like f*ck madusa n*gga

real trappers understand you wanna be the man
gotta risk it all just trust yo brothers an yo can

i done rob so many n*ggas
done pulled so many triggers
i got karma and the devil sharing plans n*gga
(they sharing plans n*gga)

sighed to the streets like durkio rule the world
if i take l bounce back quicker than foreigns curls

bagging up that white girl got ha tongue num
let her snort sum
she suck a stupid d*ck like dum dumb (aye)

and if it’s beef then let the drum run
you don’t want nun
choppa burnt his back call it my sun gun (do do do)

now another momas son done
trynna take sum
can’t cook so it was never hard to burn sum

ima get it n*ggas playing with the money (ha)

i’m get it n*ggas joking ain’t sh*t funny (ain’t sh*t funny)

all this paper on me i’m looking like a mummy (d*mn)

come thru driped up in that b*tch now she want me

ima get it n*ggas playing with the money

i’m get it n*ggas joking ain’t sh*t funny (ain’t sh*t funny)

all this paper on me i’m looking like a mummy (like a mummy)

came thru driped up in that b*tch now she want me
(now she want me ahh)

- surf god

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