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warning shots - dj muggs lyrics

[intro]
(uh uh)
(uhh)
info, you hear this b*tch slicin’
road blocks
i’m in this b*tch n*gga grease life (aye)
og muggs, where we at with it (uh huh)
two t wenty*seven, concrete
let’s get it

[verse 1]
who got snaps on the petro? (by the pound)
number eights, black suede, turquoise and grape crush, straps on the retro
ghettro
pc ass boost mobile twerking (uh) lead cracker
it’s a universal code, we meet in person (it’s on)
keep the transaction strictly between the purchase and a merchant (what else?)
all that middle man sh*t, i can’t purp’, it make me nervous (i can’t)
when yo man don’t show the moneys, but he showcasin’ the package (cut it [?])
cut and ripped it open, after i did duct taped and wrapped it ([?])
tryin’ to pull a fast one
ghetto triple platinum
double down on me
and he still owe her for the last one (where we at?)
f*ck the world, came in her face, i used to have have a heart
talking dirty after dark, gave the game a passion mark
main engines, money drew out b*tches, sport fashion art
[?] a rental
outside the venue, left the [?] parked (skirt)
i’m in the [?], finna catch a [?]
brodie swipin the [?], makin’ a fashion mart (ting)
[chorus]
he shot at, he ain’t really wanna k!ll me, he ain’t have the heart
heard he got k!lled, they think we did it and we ain’t have no parts (at all)
you give a man a brick of fish to see if it sink or swim
hook, line, sinker, teach him to fish, i bet he catch a shark
well, it’s the part right here, where the pressure starts (when it’s on)
when that water get deep, it’s a question mark (how deep)
is you gon’ swim or you gon’ sink, at that pressure point
n*ggas ain’t as real as they be seeming, it’s a question mark (what else?)

[verse 2]
death is a art in itself, we quick to let it spark
catch you with his mans, i’m paying extra, tell ’em add to cart (double down)
grab the tarp, tryin’ to cover the yacht, i wish i had a heart
so i could f*ck a mermaid, sound like lisa when she mad at bart (let’s get it)
climbin’ up the charts with this ladder
and my maggie sellin’ dope like i’m homer
count blues of momma marge (oj simpson)
pound of platinum cookie, pints of [?], four [?]
we got that ‘eat a bunker’ and that ol’ archie
so keep it comin’, on the low
my brother marcy told me she got a good head on her shoulder, so smart (oh my lord)
i need a little pretty b*tch, ghetto barbie
i owe a couple n*ggas taking hits, who wanna charge me? (free of charge)
it’s on the flo’, no, this ain’t my first rodeo
so don’t be tellin’ me who tellin’, ’cause i don’t wanna know (nope)
hit his hoe, we havin’ a fit
n*ggas know the scope (sssh), brick or blow
reppin’ the six like i’m smokin’ joe ([?])
[chorus]
he shot at, he ain’t really wanna k!ll me, he ain’t have the heart
heard he got k!lled, they think we did it and we ain’t have no parts (at all)
you give a man a brick of fish to see if it sink or swim
hook, line, sinker, teach him to fish, i bet he catch a shark
well, it’s the part right here, where the pressure starts (when it’s on)
when that water get deep, it’s a question mark (how deep)
is you gon’ swim or you gon’ sink, at that pressure point
n*ggas ain’t as real as they be seeming, it’s a question mark (what else?)

- dj muggs lyrics

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