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bca cypher - b.c.a mike, bca ealey lyrics

aye
ongod
lil b*tch
hahahaaa
man this the bca cypher man
let’s goo

i jump on the m*th*f*ckin beat
i’m clutching a stick for a opp put a tag on his feet
big ealey the g
you know how i’m rocking
i jump on the beat yeah you know it’s some heat
yea i’m clutching that heat
that b*tch got a stick and a beam yeah you try me you go on a t
and you know where i be
i’m straight from out souf and you know that them n*ggas don’t f*ck wit police

don’t f*ck wit police yea we don’t f*ck wit 12
if a opp play then we gone give em h*ll
i’m in the strip club and i’m throwing up ones
f*ck making it rain i’m making it hail
never blank on a mission
i make it a k!lling i don’t do no snitching i rather make bail
i come from the trenchеs
these n*ggas be b*tchеs
i can’t do sh*t wit em i know they gone tell
opposition ain’t wit it this sh*t can get wicked
i drop me a opp bumping forces and fitteds

im clutching extensions you know i stay wit it
i just might blank out and put one in yo fitted

bca really wit it
we clutching extensions
we straight from them trenches don’t blank on them missions

the sh*t that i’m spitting make young n*ggas listen
i’m schooling these n*ggas make them pay attention

say you betta listen
i keep a glock wit extensions
smoking good bobby no whitney
i f*ck that b*tch i put d*ck in her kidneys
i catch a opp lacking and knock off his fitted
these b*tches gone f*ck cause a young n*gga trending
in a pop up we pull up in a bentley
dripping v*lone got these lil b*tches tripping
i loaded my k now these n*ggas start missing

walk up in gucci and take off my fendi
you know we still bumping that forces and fitted
don’t come to my city you really ain’t clutching
this glock get to bussing this sh*t can get wicked
you got all them pistols my choppas be semis
getting p*ssy ain’t sh*t cause i got plenty women
can’t f*ck wit these b*tches i just keep my distance
i’m rocking dior you rocking true religion
i’m rocking dior you rocking true religion
can’t be the gang if you ain’t got no benjis
got plenty hoes like we the new edition
bag chasers that gang you know we standing on business
the p number one b*tch it’s no competition
straight from the rags finna get to some riches
smoking that gas everyday my tradition
i f*cked up the pass ian got time for no b*tches
b*tches wanna f*ck cause they f*ck with the fashion
you speak on the gang and we gone get to crashing
sn*tch me a b*tch f*ck her right out ha lashes
then hop in the whip disappear like it’s magic
bca cypher this sh*t here a classic
them young n*ggas rapping but sh*t can get tragic
walk in the club nike all on my fabric
a n*gga want static get lit like some matches

bca be the gang

- b c a mike bca ealey lyrics

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