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routine - cge lyrics

[intro: young stacks & ma]
morabeats
trap house mob
[?] dropped a line on the opps, but she’s hard hearing she just wanna free up the coochie
squeeze triggers, not b00bies, spin that whip like who’s he?
b*tch asking me why i throw g’s up, lol we’re gucci
opps getting sent to h*ll, same way promise got l!cked by the hoopty

[verse 1: young stacks]
(?) light, no flash, just pics, you might get epilepsy
it was broad*day stab through tissue the brand of tissue my shank done plenty
this pole gets whipped, i miss dishing it putting red on the can like pepsi
govs said i defy, i never been right but my yank does love my lefty
another b*tch moving like one ****
’cause she oh*so clingy, came outta jail try’na pack their g’s, not honey, got sweets for the toys like winnie
try’na get round with phones, like what the f*ck do you need from siri?
in jail they were moving silly, promoted he turned civvy
got touched, looking all ch*nky
**** got himself skunked, i thought fat boy was turning skinny
i’m on the back with tiny krud, the bally all skatty, yeah i know we’re pepper
i’m doing more than ripping your coat, pepper, leaving your corpses chilly
still gotta dodge these pigs, no guinea
[?] my drillers from 7th
yeah, they called gate, blood on my shank and the t**th get dirty
[?] can’t use colgate, i trap that’s 500 rocks for the journey
the liz got that tt flake, when i buck opps there ain’t no greeting
but you still see my hand shake, then twist
i trust bro already has it off safety, ’cause all i know is taking risks
for my n*gga mk i’ll ride that
we see food and we love to fish
for my n*gga mk i’ll ride that
we see food and we love to fish

[hook: young stacks & ma]
[?] dropped a line on the opps, but she’s hard hearing she just wanna free up the coochie
squeeze triggers, not b00bies, spin that whip like who’s he?
been them sides so many times, revs and bikes, i think that it’s part of the routine
tt [?] send out a text, backstrip bill y.sluey
b*tch asking me why i throw g’s up, lol we’re gucci
opps getting sent to h*ll, same way promise got l!cked by the hoopty
i do it for my cges, but i can’t chat too loosely
opp block i’m a director, yeah the news might show this movie

[verse 2: ma]
**** in my lungs, [?] that’s a weird man flex
‘member times when we spent a whole week on riding feeling pumped, getting buzzed from the rev
i’m in the green with some cash*grabbers, [?] young blacks instead
can’t forget times when we left man splatters, taking shots no [?]
i was [?] put in my all, i can’t leave one foot out the mud
whether it’s jugg, trap and opp block banging, run if i see askar
they gave my n*gga 23, cah he’s really a driller, freedom for stains is a must
my opps running round with gas guns, cancelled, go purchase toys you’re rubbed
[?], trapped in the t with a [?], double wrap that into cling
lil a ain’t little no more, two at the scene that’s a synchronised swim
lil a ain’t little no more, two at the scene that’s a synchronised swim

[hook: young stacks & ma]
(?) dropped a line on the opps, but she’s hard hearing she just wanna free up the coochie
squeeze triggers, not b00bies, spin that whip like who’s he?
been them sides so many times, revs and bikes, i think that it’s part of the routine
tt (?) send out a text, backstrip bill y.sluey
b*tch asking me why i throw g’s up, lol we’re gucci
opps getting sent to h*ll, same way promise got l!cked by the hoopty
i do it for my cges, but i can’t chat too loosely
opp block i’m a director, yeah the news might show this movie

- cge lyrics

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