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vexed up - young daze lyrics

ayy, ayy, ayy, look—
spin through his block, leave that boy in the dirt
hollow tips burn, put his face on a shirt
talkin’ that sh*t, now he ridin’ a he*rs*
ain’t no remorse when we empty the burst
hundred*round drum, b*tch, i slide with a k
f*ck what he claim, we don’t play where we stay
opps on the net, but they duckin’ in real
catch me a body, then pop me a seal
mask on tight, finna lurk in the cut
say he want smoke, now his lungs givin’ up
ain’t no more talkin’, we pull up and dump
spin back again, make sure that he slumped
he tried to run, but he slow with the feet
chop’ hit his chest, now hе laid in the street
all of that dissin’, he thought it was sweet
’til we pullеd up, put his ass underneath
still in the trap with the glock on my lap
still in the trenches, ain’t switchin’ my map
still with them steppers, they knock off his cap
still in the war, we ain’t callin’ no taps
b*tch, i’m vexed up, i ain’t showin’ no pity
hunnid on me, b*tch, i run through the city
heard he got hit, yeah, we did him too gritty
f*ck all that talkin’, this glock do the spinnin’

- young daze lyrics

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