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takeoff bp - 9lokknine lyrics

(d*mn bt)
[?], i got n*ggas movin straight with they aunties they cousins and they friends
like a bottle rocket take off imma take off
them glizzys in the bentley, it ain’t nun knock yo face off
dis ‘ll do damage, straight raw, dis a k walk
whole lotta glocks and k’s, dis ‘ll spray, that’s for why he talk
i be stolo standing, by they dogs, its a face off
she too demanding, one handed whipping that k talk
for thinking this sh*t sugar sweet, well knowing this sh*t straight salt
my n*gga come to trick or treat, they hunting like a stick out
im tryna play another season, so show me what yo face ’bout
i know the path so follow my lead, i got the great route
pop out with the 223 clear the scene, let my cape out
how far u is, this a drive u gotta wait out
them opps over here bend the corner cut the lights off
beans come out at night get out that tight, let us squash off
standing in that yard, dominoes, when sh*t get real down
open fire on him, adios i bet he layin down
n*ggas ‘ll get burnt like some toasters, for even stick around
my n*ggas they done set him up the road, for not standin down
the crackas [?], they peons they be playin around
took him on the derby, dirty dance that cracka thru the town
wait , sh*t get faced, i can’t even hit yo blunt cuz i think u gon lace some
my n*ggas sending locations of them crackas tryna trace em
push the pan for yo n*ggas [?]
the rich done pushed the pan on my twin on the way home
my lil n*gga sin, so i sin that’s okay
them cases over with, tell them n*ggas i won’t say nun
body drop from right to right, catch a flight, then escape one
tell em n*gga, u don’t know sh*t
and tell em hoes stay the f*ck up off a n*gga d*ck
and any hoe thats gon get a p*ssy n*gga blitz’ed
instead of thinkin with yo brain, u thinkin with yo d*ck
i fought buddy boy right now, we zoomin eye to eye
if we catch charges together he gon testify
ask a n*gga, always doin, down to ride
im talkin slangin 9s [?]
u got 30s we got 52, stomp a n*gga like a mac, we tryna step on u
out here aiming at his hat, like who we cappin too
hiding in that habitat, we gon end up anywhere u move
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