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2grams4190 - ??? (thehiddencharacter) lyrics

[intro: al.divino]
doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot

[verse 1: al.divino]
ayy, line you (bah*bah*bah), liable [line?], 2 clips
slide through, [?]
get you [?] at (you heard?)
shawty tight [?], make a movie with it (bah*bah*bah*bah)
with the stupid sh*t, sticks in the [?] (bah*bah*bing*bing)
let the lil’ homie go looney with it, no telling who he hitting
who you kidding, [?], know we [finish?] boujee b*tches (swoooo)
with the cake like betty crocker on the [?] (agh)
[?] seven*hundred v2s, [?] (bing*bing*bing*bing)
three sniffs leave a fiend with lockjaw
we rock raw, [?] (doot*doot*doot*doot*doot)
dope whip, credit card numbers need twenty [?]s to sum up (you heard?)
one [?] then i don’t know what to do, [?], word to [mother?]
burn ya’ [?] with all counterfeit hunnids’, let him comе find me ([?] f*ck [?], man)
[?] for my own time, don’t get (bah*bah*bah)
don’t gеt done grimey
it’s for my crimes sometimes [?], sell him two grams of white, for one*nintey ([?])

[verse 2: thehiddencharacter]
yo, mac over the shoulder (brrring) with the shoestring (bah)
dollar chasin’ money, need 100s with the blue strips (what, [?])
fifty in the glock (bah*bah*bah*bah) for the n*ggas with the loose lips
mobbin’ with some k!llers, get ya’ hit up like a mob boss (brrring)
[?] get ya head bust (bah)
k’ clap, arms, legs, face lost ([?])
napalm, bombing get ya’ team tossed (get [?])
beaming off the clean sun (yeah), face numb, sh*t, yo
return you to yo’ maker like a reefer (woo)
ya’ hustle wit’ ya’ hands up like a street bum (what?)
ah, slide down, mac on me, cougar with the air [?] (bah*bah*bah*bah)
i pull up, then i air those
gangsters in my set, but i ain’t f*ckin’ with no weirdos (woo, oh)
friends turn to enemies, and enemies to corpses (grrra)
dissin’ on the mob, and he won’t make it to the courts
now it’s back the the straps, sh*t
fiends on that glass d*ck (agh)
forkhead, straight drop, i whip it til’ it turn rock (yeah)
quarters turn to half, and a half turn to a key (yeah)
i’m a menace with the pot, watch me bubble it to g’s (sh*t)
i could [?] to you, and you could slide it to your mans, ayo (woo)

- thehiddencharacter lyrics

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