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lirik lagu straight bars – young pappy

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i’m like hoe let’s get straight to it
all i gotta say let’s do it
give a n-gga so much brain she clueless
you had your chance god d-mn but you blew it? f-ck
rip my bro pb, and you know me i’m p.b.g
so bring them n-ggas up to a l.o.c
die l’s we do that a-l-o-t
but i ain’t tryna put them n-ggas on
so i’mma stop mentioning them in my songs
i’m finna sound like kanye but i spit like jay
so a n-gga better watch my throne! hold on
riding around in this maybach
but i ain’t signed with maybach
i’m addicted to paychecks
wanna put that sh-t up boy i take that
bought me a ounce of the yack that dope
bought a rolex with the tales i’ve wrote
got me a mac that’s equipped with a scope
that’s some sh-t that’ll put a n-gga head on a slope
make a n-gga wanna get down
f-ck around me? f-ck around get found
and i’m from the pole where it’s cold got poles so loud
it’ll make a n-gga wanna skip town
that b-tch go boom, my whip go zoom
and free my brother prince, man he coming home soon
my brothers got guns same guns off doom
coming through blowing in a halloween costume
i done popped every molly every pill you can think
my eyes so f-cked you would think i don’t blink
and free my n-gga trav free skrilla free blinks
guns get to drawing like i’m handing out ink
i smoke that strong that gas that stink
i got a bad b-tch and she running in to see
and n-ggas get mad wanna hate cause i’m hot
i’m the same n-gga made sure you ain’t on the block
tell n-gga make weight lil n-gga i’m back
tfg the squad lil n-gga we back
all my n-ggas young and they all tote straps
and we all we got so my n-ggas don’t lack, hold on
lil n-gga i’m back
tfg the squad lil n-gga we back
all my n-ggas young and we all tote straps
and we all we got so my n-ggas don’t lack, hold on
take a hit of this yack
put me on your track and you will get taxed
i got another ounce lil n-gga no sacs
and i ain’t smoking loud [?]
and i been getting money with the bros
counting, stunting, glock with a silencer that sound like nothing
i point it at the crowd and they all get running
anybody stick around get what they got coming
a b-tch tell me i made her sick to her stomach
but we’ll be back cause i put this d-ck in her stomach
man, f-ck all these broke -ss n-ggas man!

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