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no average artist - g12 zah lyrics

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[intro]
ah ah
(jd, let me hear that)
ah ah 12

[chrous]
them n*ggas gassed, my sh*t the hardest
so you better believe i’m not just an artist
this sh*t ain’t a dream, i’m really f*cking on barbies
my b*tch drip celine, i spent racks on a cartier
influenced the drill scene, yeah nah so i’m sorry
asked if i feel any pain sh*t, i barely could, hardly
be there when they k!ll, always popping up tardy
sh*t bronem done spilled, see bodies and bodies

[verse]
they cop in the field, you done left the b*tch lonely
off the pills, you done left the b*tch lowly
took his life, i’m the first one who shot him
i’m a thief in the night, all the n*ggas gon’ drop
i’m for life, told bro i got him
b*tch fall in love, i don’t need no problem
said she wanna f*ck, she should worry about a dollar
they way she go to mike amiri, dior, and prada
got pain up in my heart, don’t want the fain tell ’em keep that part
yeah we done passed sh*t up
told you you fed enough, they shouldn’t have gassed ’em up
with a fully shooting, you ain’t fast enough
12 pulled rim, all that rap beef stuck
you see i got the ball, on foenem i’m heating up
you look just like the last n*gga trying to be like us
my dawg sh*t ain’t the same, sh*t they done filled my heart with pain
we reenact the violence, them hollows hot in that car, yeah we the ones to blame
in the trenches locked, go through with the game
i ain’t f*ck with the b*tch, yeah i’m doing the thing
get it all with the glock, we done stood over top
n*ggas know what them fed babies do with the flames
i done seen n*ggas fold when them boys stopped flying
i was mad my homie ain’t shoot with the gang
if bro gon’ back down, i’m doing the same
sh*t i can’t believe n*ggas moved out the lane
in the trenches i’m a vet, i’m a wolf for the game
he ain’t got no strikes in the field, he a rookie
me and bro f*cking on an opp b*tch, trying to get the drop
and n*ggas thinking with they d*ck, i’m in the cookie
[chorus]
them n*ggas gassed, my sh*t the hardest
so you better believe i’m not just an artist
nah this sh*t ain’t a dream, i’m really f*cking on barbies
my b*tch drip celine, i spent racks on a cartier
influenced the drill scene, yeah nah so i’m sorry
asked if i feel any pain sh*t, i barely could, hardly
be there when they k!ll, always popping up tardy
sh*t bronem done spilled, see bodies and bodies

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