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indeed! - 40unce lyrics

[intro: desi banks, bigrell & hannibal buress]
i will beat yo’ motherf*ckin’ ass, homes!
come on, bring ’em—nawl, yall n*ggas tryna jump? (let them boys fight, man)
aight bet (let them boys fight, man)
nawl, f*ck that, lemme call parlay since y’all lame ass n*ggas wanna jump!
(lemme gone head and call my twin real quick, f*ck n*gga)
f*ck this sh*t
(morpheus drinkin’ a 40 in a death basket)
ayy parlay, these n*ggas tryna jump, bro
(show ya ass better than i can motherf*ckin’ tell you)

[verse i: bigrell]
these n*ggas be scared, these n*ggas be lame, tryna sit around and hang around me
i can’t do the fakin’, i can’t do the lies, ’cause these streets been d*mn crowned me
i’m the f*ckin’ biggest, i’m a f*ckin’ boss, so that fake sh*t, it gotta stay gone
if you ever try me, i got glock 9’s and i got these hands that’ll send you home
let a n*gga try me, make him disappear, make his mama cry, and put him six feet
yeah i’m in the streets, but i don’t trust a soul, ’cause in these streets it’ll get deep
yeah i’m bigrell, you can ask about me, any side of town, n*ggas know the name
really gettin’ money, got it out the dirt, and ion f*ck with n*ggas ’cause these n*ggas lame
they ain’t havin’ motion, they ain’t havin’ hoes, they ain’t havin’ money, they ain’t havin’ sh*t
tryna sit around and talk ’bout other n*ggas like they havin’ money, they ain’t havin’ sh*t
and these hoes show they ain’t sh*t either, only gettin’ f*cked by the whole gang
i can name a few if i really want, but i’ma keep it quiet ’cause i ain’t lame
’cause a hoe just gon’ be a hoe, never turn a hoe into a housewife
’cause a hoe always did the sh*t, but a housewife only did it right
from the start, middle and the f*ckin’ end, see the actions always hold the weight
never trust a n*gga, never trust a b*tch, ’cause they all gon’ sit and f*ckin’ hate
[hook: 40unce & desi banks]
can’t stand a lil’ hatin’ ass n*gga, lil’ hatin’ ass hoe
(get the f*ck off my feed)
always in the comments, all in replies, whatever
(you need to be on indeed)
yeen got sh*t better to do, yeen got no motion?
(please step away from the screen)
go touch grass, matter fact, since you so full of energy
(please come and say it in the street)
can’t stand a lil’ hatin’ ass n*gga, lil’ hatin’ ass hoe
(get the f*ck off my feed)
always in the comments, all in replies, whatever
(ya ass need to be on indeed)
yeen got sh*t better to do, yeen got no motion?
(sir, please step away from the screen)
go touch grass, matter fact, hold on (fawty!)
come to the streets bruh

[verse ii: 40unce]
look, i’m outside now, don’t hate, don’t frown
one shot, man down, no cap, no gown
stop it? why, how? already know how this here thing go
the chopper gon’ (scat!), it’s a jazzy lil fella, i call him andrei kirilenko
and from here, that’s the easiest shot in the game, it’s like i’m standing at the free throw
“youn think that’s enough cash?” could be, but i need more
all my life i done had to fight, could’ve got stuck in them three ropes
you send 40 to wallaby way, then you better be there, cause i ain’t finding nemo
beat your ass right in front of your mama, if she wanna jump in, then reemah gon’ slide too
i’ll start at 1:59, and i won’t stop ’til the clock read like an iq
plenty n*ggas wanna see me fall, i can hook you up with a sky view
you the new jimmy hoffa, way that only me and jesus christ can find you
you forgot? well lemme remind you, it’s the godfather of the 9
you’ll get robbed coming to my side, i see “fraud” written down your spine
you a c.m. punk, yeen got no edge, i’ll rko you through a f*ckin’ table
it’s the judge, jury, executioner, pallbearer and the undertaker, lil b*tch
[hook: 40unce & desi banks]
can’t stand a lil’ hatin’ ass n*gga, lil’ hatin’ ass hoe
(get the f*ck off my feed)
always in the comments, all in replies, whatever
(you need to be on indeed)
yeen got sh*t better to do, yeen got no motion?
(please step away from the screen)
go touch grass, matter fact, since you so full of energy
(please come and say it in the street)
can’t stand a lil’ hatin’ ass n*gga, lil’ hatin’ ass hoe
(get the f*ck off my feed)
always in the comments, all in replies, whatever
(ya ass need to be on indeed)
yeen got sh*t better to do, yeen got no motion?
(sir, please step away from the screen)
go touch grass, matter fact, hold on
come to the streets bruh

[outro: desi banks]
i will beat yo’ motherf*ckin’ ass, homes!
come on, bring ’em—nawl, yall n*ggas tryna jump? (let them boys fight, man)
aight bet (let them boys fight, man)
nawl, f*ck that, lemme call parlay since y’all lame ass n*ggas wanna jump!
f*ck this sh*t
ayy parlay, these n*ggas tryna jump, bro

- 40unce lyrics

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