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aunty - flee lord & 38 spesh lyrics

[intro]
yeah, loyalty & trust, 2
let’s go, spesh
lord lord

[verse 1]
uh, got me reminiscin’ while the glimmers glisten (glimmers glisten)
real raps got me in a [?] position (yes)
sippin’ vino, whippin’ kilos, meetin’ different people
loyalty & trust part 2, this sh*t is evil
spesh laid the ground work, i’mma make this pound burst (boom boom)
my youngin caught a body in the party, now the town hurt
everybody in the crib, doin’ biz with they kids (huh)
smokin’ on that gumbo, plate of ribs in the fridge (in the fridge)
see i’m in the streets, louis mask, four*fifth
whole clique blowin’ gas (uh), gettin’ cash on sh*t
i’m droppin’ every month (yeah), you watchin’ every blunt (every blunt)
backin’ out thе macs, you stop and try to stunt (brrr)
burned pots on the stove, 12 parkеd on the lo’
my coke so strong, i left marks on they nose
yeah, yo (whatcha need?)
i said my coke so strong, i left marks on they nose (uh)

[chorus: g4 jag]
i ain’t waitin’ on the lord, but i’m prayin’ to the lord
loyalty and death, they named the n*gga lord
now you waitin’ on the lord, and he prayin’ to the lord
loyalty and death, they named the n*gga lord
i’m tryna stay positive, but aunty know i had to sniff, word
i’m tryna stay positive, but aunty know i had to sniff, lord
[verse 2]
it’s that aunty with a cigarette (yeah), cooked but it ain’t finished yet (huh)
gettin’ checks, text you on the ‘gram, with the fish connect
i see you n*ggas hatin’, evil n*ggas waitin’ (waitin’)
try to run up on me and i’m feedin’ you to satan (brrr)
smoke you like a brisket, i whip it then i flip it (then i flip it)
step on it again (yeah), i’m really gettin’ digits
n*gga, this is soul music, goonies and the hoes use it
when you speak it from the heart, it really makes them go stupid
fam not fans, movin’ grands not grams
you told a f*ck n*gga, now yo’ plans got jammed
so i clap, loose ends and make loose ends meet
i rap now (yeah), ain’t got no time for the streets
i still see old fiends, and they ask me if i got
i ain’t hustle in 2 years, that sh*t be hurtin’ my heart
d*mn, aunty had a heart attack, my cousin died the same week (d*mn)
i’m tired of the bullsh*t but i feel i gotta speak, sh*t (i gotta speak)
sh*t’s deep

- flee lord 38 spesh lyrics

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