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went left - 03 greedo lyrics

[part i]

[intro: 03 greedo]
mmm
i ain’t mean to make you sad
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)

[chorus: 03 greedo]
i ain’t mean to make you sad
but i can be yo’ baby dad
i ain’t mean to make you sad
i ain’t mean to make you sad
i can be yo’ baby dad
i ain’t mean to make you sad
be, be ’bout me
nah, for real
you know how it feel
you know how it deal
all my n*ggas, they gon’ k!ll

[post*chorus: 03 greedo]
only hit yo’ phone when i need that (for real)
please, don’t tell me nothin’, ain’t no feedback
only hit yo’ phone when i need that (yeah)
please, don’t tell me nothin’, ain’t no feedback
[verse: 03 greedo]
never sendin’ me her lo’ when she get back at home
that’s how a real n*gga know that she don’t live alone
and i don’t even understand the sh*t she goin’ through
but the sh*t went left, he went through her phone (f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[part ii]

[intro: 03 greedo]
f*ck with my children
(southside sh*t)

[verse 1: g herbo & 03 greedo]
ayy
we’ll make your block hot, chop blow torpedo (yeah, yeah*yeah)
catch a body, seven shots, make it even, throw three more (yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah)
i’m a k!ller and he know
that’s on rock, on vedo (yeah*yeah)
pull up watts with greedo
i guap rapido (yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah)
rapido, real fast, i get cash (mmm)
ayy, any state, send a bag, get on yo’ ass, ayy (mmm, p*ssy)
drench, drench, empty mags, make your hood sad (mmm)
n*ggas snitch on interviews, i ain’t doin’ vlad (mmm)

[verse 2: 03 greedo & g herbo]
drop a bag, get up chip, why they call you cheeto (yeah)
drop the big heads, i’ll get rid of some people (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
in the jail, i’m poppin’ tags, got all these n*ggas mad (yeah*yeah)
rob a p*ssy n*gga in a margiela mask
california earthquake, get yo’ head cracked (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
windy city with the blower, blow yo’ sh*t back (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
choppa curl a buff n*gga up like a six pack
four lines of wock’, two of ‘tuss, that’s a six pack (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
drummer gang, we millionaires, you never get your b*tch back
this is not the internet, we never do no chit*chat (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
i don’t do no talkin’ in new york, always just say less
all balenciaga (yeah), ‘member i was just at payless, yeah
[verse 3: g herbo]
burner phones got group chats, all gang threats
no two opps got stretched off the same text
b*tches kissin’, l!ckin’ same s*x, that’s insane s*x
before i went and bought a range, n*ggas knew about that lex’ (uh*huh)
sixteen in that lex’ (uh), red beams in effect (grrt)
z06 corvettes (skrrt), c*money green rolex
if they throw at us, throw back
all black like malcolm x
i don’t even stress if it ain’t ’bout a check, f*ck n*gga
lot of days i got’ take to the grave, you know that’s stuck with us (gang)
pull up, dump, mossberg pump, milwaukee bucks hit him
ho you lovin’ pull up when i tell her ’cause you nut quicker (lame)
plus, i’m rockin’ more chains than a slave like a young n*gga (swerve)

[verse 4: 03 greedo]
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
shoot a n*gga in the head, now he dead (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
drummer gang, millionaires, we get bread (shoot him in the head)
i’m a real street n*gga, don’t do fed
any n*gga that was sayin’ i snitched
i’ll leave a n*gga body in a ditch (ayy)
i’ll never beef with n*ggas ’bout a b*tch
i’m a real street n*gga, you a b*tch
ho*ass n*gga, i get dough*ass n*gga
you ain’t never got no money out no ho*ass n*gga
you ain’t never in the projects with no pole*ass n*gga
you ain’t never up in them ‘partments on the floor*ass n*gga
you ain’t never made no
n*gga, dough*ass n*gga
you ain’t never made no dough*ass n*gga
you ain’t never made no dough*ass n*gga
and i know that you a ho*ass n*gga

- 03 greedo lyrics

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