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no tuff shit - .223jerm lyrics

glizzy whatchu cookin up

[verse 1: .223jerm]
don’t talk to me on some tough sh*t lil b*tch
i got 50 rounds loaded in this drum kit
walk up in yo house choppa give em face shifts
cops are lookin for me b*tch i’m in a sp*ce ship
i*i*i sip on this lean that be my juice
b*tch stop bangin on my set yo ass is [?]
b*tch i’m tollin with a choppa deuce deuce
all my n*ggas got the cannons like the troop
b*tch i do this juggin for my daughter
she the fiji on my wrist it be the water
if the n*gga want some smoke he turn the fogger
b*tch i pull up on yo block i came to conquer

[verse 2: maxxkii]
you don’t want no smoke [?]
don’t make me pull that [?] around that muhf*ckin holster
b*tch i feel like woody with a snake in my boot
[?] body blade goin through
shoutout to 83 b*tch i’m with jeremiah
n*gga you [?]
[?]
before i fall imma leave him with damage [?]
you don’t [?]
imma send them goons green light right after you
and they goin through the d*mn roof
and the dog with masks got em lookin like [?]
ay ok
sippin on lean
it just like capri*sun
you are not kiddin
you just a re*run
i got some brand new [?]
i’m poppin percies [?]
[verse 3: .223jerm]
[?] and i ran off with the sh*t
.40 smith and wesson with the [?] clip
choppa with a beam and a n*gga [?] mix
aquafina fresh got my [?] drip drip
pull up on a block and i let a b*tch bang
see me in the hood and i’m yellin gang gang
got a glock [?] hang
n*gga try me and i shoot up at yo mans

[verse 4: 83hades]
83
i got a tech nine no virginia tech
you might end up on this stretcher if this choppa get him wet
100 rounds in the drum put em all in his chest
[?] to the people that i k!ll lately
got a lot of cash [?]
mur*murder anybody that don’t f*ck with the new hades
why you [?] with all of your crew shady
movin that weight all day i don’t get lazy
sha*shawty give me [?] like i’m all up in the navy
shawty said my d*ck is long as the eiffel
i got big [?] trap for the iphone
yeah them b*tches pull up gottem suckin [?]
if you [?] my glock
yes i got the sk yo ass can get shot
rollin in a blunt then we smokin [?] hotbox
yes i got a big glocks
we don’t even kick box
b*tch i like cash in my pockets fat rick ross
tell him he can kick rocks
we can knock ya sh*t off
say h*llo to my friend you can meet this big mop

- 223jerm lyrics

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