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damn - 21 lil harold lyrics

[intro: 21 lil harold]
d*mn
d*mn, d*mn, blaow
(woah, woah)
hmm*mmm*mmm*mmm
hmm*mmm*mmm (d*mn)

[chorus: 21 lil harold]
i’ma let this mac fly (mac fly)
i ain’t squashin’ sh*t, like them other guys
and i ain’t stoppin’ sh*t if my brother die (h*ll nah, n*gga)
and i’ll send a bl!ck, f*ck the other side (baow, baow)
hangin’ out the window, let this stick ride (ride)
yellow tape, it’s another homicide (homicide)
keep a bl!ck, i can’t stand to see my mama cry (keep a what?)
n*gga said “spin they block”, now they fox 5 (p*ssy)
[interlude 1: 21 lil harold]
like, n*ggas, godd*mn (d*mn)
n*ggas just watch they man die (21)
and go cry on instagram (21, 21)
make godd*mn long*ass comments on instagram and sh*t (21, 21)
but n*ggas like us (21, d*mn, 21)
we can’t sit back and watch this sh*t go on and sh*t (21)
’cause n*ggas done died behind this sh*t, you know (21)
n*ggas have been around each other dub plus since kids (21)

[verse 1: 21 lil harold]
d*mn, i miss larry though (that’s my dawg)
i wish he had it on, he could’ve k!lled that ho’ (huh?)
he ain’t diе over no beef or no smoke though (what the f*ck?)
you can’t put ‘еm in no weed and make no jokes, ho’ (what the f*ck?)
we done smoked a lot of n*ggas, we up the score*score (the score, n*gga)
we done k!lled a lot of n*ggas on the low*low (now you know)
you done told on h*lla n*ggas, you broke the g*code (what?)
she took my dawg, he ain’t my friend, that’s my bro*bro (that’s my bro, 21)
see, savage got a n*gga back if i went broke (that’s my dawg)
and i’d get a n*gga scr*pped if he want smoke (now you gone)
and i ain’t dissin’ on no trap for no promo (what the f*ck?)
because i make a lot of money for you hobo’s (why you duck, n*gga? 21)
p*ssy boy (21)

[interlude 2: 21 lil harold & g herbo]
see, i just be in my head, wonderin’ like
how the h*ll you gon’ go to war and you ain’t got no money?
you gotta pay for the funerals
you gotta godd*mn make sure you got
the nice*ass clothes they be wearin’ at the casket and sh*t
you gotta make sure them folks mamas straight
you gotta make sure your dawg godd*mn (uh, uh, uh)
get put in the ground the right way
[verse 2: g herbo]
i’m so sick of playin’ these streets and they wonder why (wonder why)
had a dirty glock on me, like a hundred times
and i still got thirty shots, that’s on cap, although i joke and bap a lot
i ain’t talkin’ sh*t on wacks, ’cause n*ggas get whacked if you rap a lot (uh)
still f*ckin’ up them racks and pullin’ fast sh*t off the lot (phew)
took some inches off the top, put an extension on the glock (brr)
said “the streets was done now”, heard it ain’t no fun now (you know that)
he got hit with twenty*three (mj), ’cause had his tongue out (talkin’)
when you get caught, don’t run now, i love the sound of gunshots (huh)
first i seen an opp shot, then i see the sun shot
like a staircase, i’ll run down, spent from sun up to sundown
forty up rounds, you can gun down, we’ll spill homicide in your town
i be shinin’, up and down, rockin’ diamonds when i come around a hundred rounds (you know that)
when i touch down, i probably blew around fifty*thou’ (ayy, ayy)
if i come around, that mean i probably made a hundred*thou’ (swerv’)
you lil’ n*ggas clowns, you out of style
leave you out of bounds, you out of bounds (you out of bounds)
lay that hammer down, go out of town (i’m gone)
brought this sh*t up from the ground, that’s my stompin’ ground
graduate the streets, front line, cap and gown

- 21 lil harold lyrics

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