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damn - tim neat lyrics

[intro]
(keystone)
uh, uh

[pre*chorus]
uh, d*mn
this life so real but i still spot out the fakes
a lot of n*ggas wishy but i still spot out the snakes
gotta keep your gun, best believe, gotta keep that rake
we got couple glizzys, best believe that we take off his face

[chorus]
free [?] out of them cages, we was just takin’
and a lot of n*ggas fakes, a lot of n*ggas rats, a lot of n*ggas changin’
we just f*ck up the block, stand over opps, shootin’ ’til he hit the ground
and he have a wrist or a watch we takin’ him down
uppin’ it, don’t make a sound, uh, and i’m runnin’ him down
you never seen a fat n*gga pop out the cut and just take off his crown
real bod boy, man, i don’t play around
like ‘016 stuck on the grеyhounds
and i’m chippin’ this breezy, i’m chippin’ down
never had my mask when i whip up thе ting
still f*ck up the place, still f*ck up the town

[verse]
and i can’t give no wedding ring
and i’m married to the streets and i’m married to the block
and it’s still f*ck the opps
ask how many shots i leave on they block
ask how many sh*lls i leave on they rip
swear to god, i’ma hit it and then dip
swear to god, i’ma hit it and flip
hop out, broad day, let it switch
fl!ck to the left now it got a glitch
swear to god this b*tch got a kick
swear to god i ain’t goin’ for sh*t
put the red in the sprite now it’s got me lit
put the red in the [?] now it got me faded
no power n*gga, we stay with the kanan
and my block got k!llers n*gga, yeah they famous
and i’m kickin’ that door n*gga, and i’m takin’
j neat hop out the whip start blazin’
and i’ma dump every shot n*gga, start to flame him
first to first, the money be rainin’
and i need the backend, n*gga, stop playin’
he got flipped in the ricks, that’s drench
slide or provide, get put on the bench
jump in the car, go jump in your bed
got filled up with hot sh*t, filled up with lead
[chorus]
free [?] out of them cages, we was just takin’
and a lot of n*ggas fakes, a lot of n*ggas rats, a lot of n*ggas changin’
we just f*ck up the block, stand over opps, shootin’ ’til he hit the ground
and he have a wrist or a watch we takin’ him down
uppin’ it, don’t make a sound, uh, and i’m runnin’ him down
you never seen a fat n*gga pop out the cut and just take off his crown
real bod boy, man, i don’t play around
like ‘016 stuck on the greyhounds
and i’m chippin’ this breezy, i’m chippin’ down
never had my mask when i whip up the ting
still f*ck up the place, still f*ck up the town

[outro]
and i’m runnin’ him down
you never seen a fat n*gga pop out the cut and just take off his crown
real bod boy, man, i don’t play around
like ‘016 stuck on the greyhounds
and i’m chippin’ this breezy, i’m chippin’ down
never had my mask when i whip up the ting
still f*ck up the place, still f*ck up the town
(keystone)

- tim neat lyrics

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