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12:34am (mockery) - 9eleven.ggb lyrics

[intro]
bro what the f-ck was that, man?
haha roaches
the f-ck, man? this sh-t gone, man
alright bro
alright

[verse 1]
(yo haha)
(is it recording?)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
say i been stressing so i’m rolling up
and i can’t trust n-body so i keep the semi tucked
moving like a semi truck
bed made moving weight
trying to be topic of discussion
talk and make debate
n-gg-s hating i cannot wait
to hear what they might say
to my face
bet it’s nothing
cause it’s nothing for me to catch a case
bet you bluffing what you got in yo hand
got me cussing
b-m rush him after you kick the door in
it’s a recession after all
i won’t fall
break the laws of physics
i hit the bar take a shot
break a jaw we dipping
i fishtailed out the lot
fish-scale in my sock
whip and hit the milly rock
i watch the work pop and lock
boy i’m new i hit my jerk
you want beef i got that jerk
if i bust i bet it hurt
put you on a t-shirt
i be laughing after the gas
p-ss on it if you lag
suffering from jet lag
all i want is the bag
man i’m awful awesome even
cross between a dog and a human being
i’ve seen many things you can’t dream of
see you got a beam on your spleen you not keen of
me cause i be on some other sh-t
flip into another whip
you driving your mother sh-t
don’t give a f-ck i’m celibate
you get a brick do half of it and lose the rest
you stupid b-tch (wop)
i let it rip off the hip
them blades will tear into you
i am not no kin to you
no you cannot eat with me
oh you trying to hit the blunt
no you cannot smoke for free
i be living lovely
flyer than the highest tree
modest i be in interviews i see your eye on me
keep it real i know you not a g
you need a j.o.b
i can’t seem to keep yo baby momma lips away from me (woah)
honestly after her i have to hit the pharmacy
i still got a pager when it beep it be alarming me

[verse 2]
i been sipping making moves in the back (aye)
off the drugs mix the sprite up with the act (aye)
i might sit back with that .45 on my lap (aye)
that b-tch she f-cking
yeah that booty make it clap (aye)
n-gg-s never even know about them days (aye)
when n-gg-s ain’t have sh-t they can’t relate (aye)
growing up they said boy better behave
i do my thing sh-t that’s just how i’m raised
started trapping getting money anyway
hit a lick for a brick the other day
n-gg-s talking i tell em watch what you say
i heard your homie got hit up like yesterday (yeah)
i don’t play
keep some shooters down to spray (woah)
call blood up and he pull up ándale! (woah)
in the back
with a strap
it’s a mac
all black
at your back
it’s a wrap
gang with me and we throwed
yeah that b-tch she is a hoe
ran a train with my folks
then that b-tch she had to go
yeah that’s just the way it goes
better know
gun smoke (yeah yeah)
these sh-lls comin hot
make that body drop
look up at the clock
4 o’clock on the dot
b-tch we say f-ck cops
b-tch we say f-ck cops
and f-ck the ops
b-tch you know they gone drop (drop)
i’m getting some gwap
i can’t stop boy you know i’m so hot
your b-tch is a thot she giving brain
now she giving me thots
hold up
you can’t talk like this
you can’t talk like this lil n-gg-
you dont want no smoke
i give free smoke
free smoke
yeah that b-tch she go
f-ck her
f-ck her on the low
gang

- 9eleven ggb lyrics

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