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slide - g12 zah lyrics

[intro]
ah, 12, mmh

[verse]
fed babies, they dont beef on apps, we put sh*t in that dirt
he on them percs and wock to stop the pain
that sh*t dont never work
dead guys, them bald head halos b*tches tore right through his shirt
b*tch ii get active bout this rap sh*t, fee dont land im on the earth

ii felt some pain about that 5 never thought the guys a hurt
fed baby, load up chops and spin that block and put in work
a bunch of obituaries , cemeteries ,n*ggas on that shirt
it ain’t no b*tchin in this car we all tryn knock sum off the turf

glocks out ,, walk down ,, fed baby drop sh*t when he slide
these n*ggas knock on doors ,, they crackin fours ,, make em feel that hot sh*t
thesе n*ggas known for takin lives and 12 he known to pop sh*t
ya homie diеd dont play wit us
3 n*ggas ,, tap this b*tch they think its 8 of us
we done bent this lil sht up
we turnt ya man to angel dust
they come back creepin w that fully f*ckin think they ain’t got enough
ah , can’t name no b*tch that ii can love no b*tch that ii can trust
man once this sh*t go up you know this sh*t get stuck
im talkin run down w that glizzy burnt em down right out the truck
thats how we do sh*t on this side
you gotta walkdown and here him “ah”
these n*ggas b*tchin in the war like how you runnin cl!ckin sides
in the trench locked in for life you n*ggas scared he for is i
you n*ggas cap in rap we tell em clap sh*t up and thats on 5
g12 dont cap in rap only to her im honest sh*t ii lied
well they done put ya dawg to sleep, wit that glizzy rock a bye
amiri denim sh*t be cheap, sh*t dont cost sh*t ii can buy
12 done put on for the trench , name them bodies we can claim
you never hit sh*t on that drill fore you get bent stay in ya lane
sh*t ii could do this sh*t for weeks sh*t 12 a drag a helm in lane
sh*t ii jus want the head dont like the b*tch she lookin plain
them n*ggas fanned out that boy a capper we catch him sn*tch his chain
it say ii dont signed a deal and bought some glocks for the whole gang
you n*ggas talk too much ,, he told my homie bidness n*ggas singing
baby get to bending blocks with sh*t that pound be banging
we catching b’s wit all dem glocks ii shake my dreads like ima haitian
catch ya homie wit his head down his life we f*ckin takin
fed babies tap the glock we really drop sh*t they be fakin
sak the fettier , bronem shoot them 3’s like paul pierres ,, ahh

- g12 zah lyrics

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