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lirik lagu gulag/run it up pt. 2 – young ez

[verse 1: young ez]
put some pressure on these n*ggas
cause n*ggas thought i was playing
i don’t feature with these n*ggas
these n*ggas get straight to paying
i can’t ever fall off, so you know i’m forever staying
i’m k!lling phantoms in my dreams
and my demons i get to slaying
i ain’t ever need no b*tch
cause my money always obeying
i ain’t never need no love
cause the hate always overweighting
and i ain’t ever gave a f*ck, i’ve been tired of long waiting
but you know i’m impatient, tell me what the f*ck you saying
and thеse b*tches want my love and attеntion
music my passion, these rap n*ggas fake
they celebrity, they steading acting
try to diss me and the mobb then
you know we get to blasting, i’m not flexing ’bout sh*t
i’ma let this bread get to stacking like a bakery
these n*ggas ain’t real, these n*ggas faking g
tryna buy a chain on these n*ggas the sh*t like slavery
my momma always prayed but the lord ain’t even saving me
used to be days where i starved would never eat
what is real will prosper get that sh*t tatted up with some ink
these n*ggas going down, like titanic these n*ggas sink
tryna buy my ho chanel, not victoria secret pink
these b*tches want my attention
these b*tches can’t get a link
smoking on some big gas, and you know that sh*t stink
stepping on these n*ggas heads
cause these n*ggas try and overthink
i’m the highest in the room my sh*t low, like a ch*nk
aye, p*ssy n*gga what?
what the f*ck you think?
but i’m in my mode, these n*ggas not stopping me
i got the cheat codes, i don’t even want that b*tch she a cheap hoe
pass her to the gang she for the streets though
beat a n*gga ass and take his chain like i’m deebo
and i’m shooting sh*t like i’m motherf*cking d. rose
these n*ggas want some therapy, no chemo
if you want smoke, you know where i stay
if not ask his b*tch, (what?) cause she know
[young ez]
i be f*cking on these n*ggas b*tches
i’ma pass this sh*t to my n*gga dez you know
he about to snap on this b*tch
its a wrap on this b*tch
you know what i’m saying? gang sh*t
no lame sh*t, spray you like a stain b*tch
oouuu, okay

[verse 2: wgmp dez]
talking out his neck get his boo sn*tched
internet beef don’t make me send him to the gulag
see me off the sh*t they like d*mn n*gga who that?
wxlf gxng dez smoking woods yeah we do that
need a sawed*off so a n*gga can get blew back
ay, and we really with the sh*t though
run through a n*gga kick back and run his sh*t bro
hit my brother blizzo he was tryna hit a l!ck oh!
pull the glizzy, run his pockets man you know how this go
mmm, and we never ever stopping gorilla hills
hit my cousin and you know we copping
get a couple bands at the mall then i’m shopping
rockstar d*ck b*tch she know what she be topping
chilling off the gas don’t get me heated or i’m locked in
ay, yeah i’m locked in
[verse 3: blizzo]
you a bead ass n*gga you ain’t even got no bread
baby k knock him down leave a n*gga with no legs
laser beam on the mop we gon’ hit you in yo dreads
i be tweaking off the drugs, and bro be popping the meds
b*tch, this money on me c*cky but i ain’t ever gon’ change
red all around my heart, but that sh*t be filled with rage
n*gga talking out his neck, i grab the clip and he get flammed
play this b*tch like an atari but this sh*t is not no game
how the f*ck you saying you riding? you ain’t even play yo part
n*ggas thinking this sh*t sweet we gon pull up in the dark
got a beam on the chop, laser aim it at yo heart
and i barely got the time, so i ain’t even gon start b*tch

- young ez

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