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real deal smacka - trxpbaby42 lyrics

[chorus]
i don’t wanna talk you can stop sending threats, send the drop if you bad put me to the test
headtap knocking sh*t off hit his chest
2 to his legs lets make us a mess
baby open yo legs i’ll take away stress, if you left me up through then blow through ya dress
this hoe leave n*ggas cold its sponsored by [?]
run up on me, god get yo dumbass blessed
open yo eyes i’ll show you a k!lla
i know lil bro get mad everytime he see miller
in the car with two switches lets spin with the hitter
can’t wait to see─, on 3 i’ma k!ll her
can’t wait to see─(shh), on camera i’ma flip em
told god real soon lil ducky be with ya
i can merch it on 3 these n*ggas ain’t no hittas
yeah, a real deal smacka i f*ck over n*ggas

[verse]
don’t get caught out a bounds, you get k!lled with yo n*gga
record when i shoot i just made me a thriller
my young n*ggas on go, call real deal hittas
we gon pop out the cut with some real life pistols
arp like a monster it go*go get em
put a bag on his head i’ma go*go zip em
aye i see that car i’ma go*go flip it
we in the spot, ran up a ticket
which one of them pigs got hit for a chicken (chicken)
swtich block past, knock off his top, he a midget (midget)
aye, ima keep spinnin til young n*ggas dizzy (dizzy)
go to war with who ever, screaming f*ck the city
lil bro said when he call me i ain’t want no dealings, if that sh*t was true yo lil ass wouldn’t be livin
stop gettin on songs and act like you k!lling
ion like to reply, young n*gga be chillin
[chrous]
you n*ggas be playin, gon f*ck up the movement
next diss that i hear ima get real rude (real rude)
taco bell dont forget n*ggas die off of food (food)
dont be mad at baby be glad it weren’t you
ion f*ck with no semi i like to be fast, ain’t no stickin me up
get a better task, this 40 a b*tton boy put down yo hands
face shot we leavin sh*t in a trance

[verse]
i get mad and go spin on whoever (on whoever)
its cold outside im shoot through the sweater
blue tips in my clips ima up with beretta
aye, i need some fast uppin sh*t, call steppa
lil ass gun n*ggas real life rookie
cat n*ggas out, i make em book it
neva caught lackin, he get hit with fully
catch me with a pole just know that i took it (i took it)

[outro]
aye, ebk n*gga
f*ck, lotta mob shi

- trxpbaby42 lyrics

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