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wicked tendencies - c-mob lyrics

[intro: snug brim]
what the f*ck’s going on man?
you got your boy snug brim in this motherf*cker
putting it down from kc to indiana you feel me?
you n*ggas better peep game
aye
we got 3rd*degree on this motherf*cker right
we got your boy young ace on this motherf*cker right
we got your boy from indiana, c*mob
putting it down
what’s up?

[verse 1: young ace]
i’mma cool cat
i’d rather get money and bust bad frizzles
so you f*ck n*ggas should move back
give me five feet n*gga, i mean that
hammer’s like fat joe b*tch watch em lean back
you don’t really want beef
just because he’s sagging his pants don’t mean the n*gga’s really street
i done had to prove it
the p*ssy had a really big ego
i’m a bully so i had to bruise it
y’all gon make me lose it
at first, my intentions was good but now they wicked so i’m acting stupid
i ain’t playing man
you better get a grip
introduce my little friend he will share the whole clip
he like me, we two of a kind
we both spit heat and we’ll leave it on your mind
so don’t think too much
yeah i’m really hands on and you can get touched
[hook: c*mob]
anybody wanna come at me?
better come correct or i will lose it
if you don’t then you better run when i pull a gun you better use it
try to be a friend of me
you don’t wanna be my enemy
cause i guarantee you don’t wanna see my wicked tendencies

[verse 2: 3rd*degree]
i’ll bust yo head to the grizzle
with the back of my pistol
jumped in my load
and unloaded outta my window
i don’t do good with disrespect
everybody kissing the floor
sn*tch the blunt out the ash tray
and fired up some endo
back to grit and getting it
i ain’t tripping over a hoe
unless she bringing me big stashes of maurice hollering broke
but my pockets stay on fap
but these b*tches ain’t gotta know
i got a strong attraction for diamonds
i love emeralds though
i love winning
i’m timing, i love it when it snow
i just pull out some dope ems the price of a bet
for next summer newcomers n*ggas riding thick
i don’t give a f*ck
you mad
cause i think i’m the sh*t
b*tches say american but n*gga i’m the jail
it is what it is yeah i’m a hypocrite
i tell you “don’t do it” and turn around and do the sh*t
3rd, snug brim, young ace up in this b*tch
[hook: c*mob]
anybody wanna come at me?
better come correct or i will lose it
if you don’t then you better run when i pull a gun you better use it
try to be a friend of me
you don’t wanna be my enemy
cause i guarantee you don’t wanna see my wicked tendencies

[verse 3: snug brim]
i’m bout them stacks and riches
and on any occasion
i’ll merk a f*cker
put the mac to you b*tches
you p*ssy n*ggas better not act suspicious
cause he’ll be calling your home
off shots to the dome
now your pack is religious
then all is normal n*gga
back to business
i ain’t worried about no “he say, she say” my strap is my witness
it ain’t no slacking in my rapping i mean it
and only out for the diveds
them dollar bills
a couple hundred racks and i’m winning
your pockets flat then n*gga
why is you spinning?
just put your pack down (stop)
you hustle and rewind my soldiers run the map clown
if you ain’t heard about a homie better act swell
they say i’m dope as h*ll
like cocaine and crack now
you better listen to me blood
i can game you up
and with my name (snug brim)
i can fame you up
you see my life is full
if with the clique that flame it up
it ain’t no thang to us
talk when that stainless stuff
[hook: c*mob]
anybody wanna come at me?
better come correct or i will lose it
if you don’t then you better run when i pull a gun you better use it
try to be a friend of me
you don’t wanna be my enemy
cause i guarantee you don’t wanna see my wicked tendencies

[verse 4: c*mob]
call me the angel azazel
i’m like the cain to the abel
no time for games or the fables
watch when i aim for the naval
try to maintain but i swain thangs, sever main veins, may bring pain to the table
because my brains been unstable
ever since i came out the cradle
i’m living in the dark shadows like barnabas
don’t try to be coming up hard at chris
my murdering method’s a pest and if you wanna mess with my r*t*rded mess
the drama i am at the heart of it
i’ve taken my anger and harnessed it
i’m leaving you shook and your life it is took as i’m cooking you up like a pharmacist
it’s hard to miss the ambassador
of death i am causing a massacre
anyone that i’m leaving alive will be hating
he’s urinating through a catheter
what you ain’t know that i had the nerve?
i c*ck it back and let a blast occur
i’m whooping yo ass just like yo mama when she was thinking you were sassing her
by stepping at mob and 3rd it will not prove you’re great
we’ll be leaving you paranoid having you watching every move you make
no need for looking up over your shoulder, we’re coming to your face
and we do this from kansas city to the hoosier state

[hook: c*mob] (x2)
anybody wanna come at me?
better come correct or i will lose it
if you don’t then you better run when i pull a gun you better use it
try to be a friend of me
you don’t wanna be my enemy
cause i guarantee you don’t wanna see my wicked tendencies

- c mob lyrics

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