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can't impress me - gimisum family lyrics

[hook: 211]
you can’t impress me with no bullsh*t threats
i’ll swabble*
you can’t impress me with no bullsh*t threats
i’ll swabble*
you can’t impress me with no bullsh*t threats
i’ll swabble*
you can’t impress me with no bullsh*t threats
i’ll swabble*
you can’t impress me with no bullsh*t threats
i’ll swabble any motherf*cker out your set motherf*cka

[verse: lil debo]
born in the north, buck
i grew up in tennessee
go on the f*cking murder and the robbing and it’s k!lling me
i’m tried to coming up for the finer things in my life
i’m straight from the landmark
i thought it, i’d make it right
i start as a little man, the man that i understand
i stayed out of hands for commands that my daddy said
a month, or two sеttin’ me
and i’m living in the street
by jookin’ up showing some young hoеs, so just let it be
many years like to come
ain’t what it just seem to be
i did not take heat to the things that can’t easily
now that i’m down with a neighborhood, understood
the show won’t realize until he’s in brotherhood
or locked in a jail cell, or maybe in other h*ll
but i prefer jail cell, so can’t f*cking make my bail
free again, like the same
a n*gga just in the hood
don’t f*ck with lil debo or the ak gone come spray yo hood
[hook: 211 & brotha lynch]
you can’t impress me with no bullsh*t threats
i’ll swabble any motherf*cker out your set motherf*cka
it’s e.d.k. everyday, all day until the day i die
you can’t impress me with no bullsh*t threats
i’ll swabble any motherf*cker out your set motherf*cka
it’s e.d.k. everyday, all day until the day i die

[verse: 211]
standing on the f*cking corner
scoping out some bustaz ima lay down in the city street
make ’em kiss the concrete
lynching deep, m.j. down with this murder sh*t
211, 187, murda k!lling is my cl!ck
watch me cause i’m coming up
when i let the gauge buckshot from my glock
cause i keep it c*cked
red rum here it come
i think i’m losing my f*cking mind
time to leave some bodies being the victim of my f*cking nine
millimeter is the solver to take care of my f*cking problems
see a busta havin’ nice, looking fresh
i gotta rob him

[bridge]
landmart n*ggas on the creep with them yak’s
you can talk yo ass off
we gone blow your ass off
landmart n*ggas on the creep with them yak’s
you can talk yo ass off
we gone blow your ass off
[verse: lil gin]
how in the f*ck you figure that you could be straight with me?
consider me crooked as h*ll
i’m busting a cap in your face, b*tch cause you’s a snail
i’m hanging with the n*ggas only down with me
the triple six, and gimisum, and hurston n*ggas down on mash ville street
and we can f*ck up on a trick and smuggle his ass in the ditch
my n*ggas lugging ak’s for the bills
let’s start some sh*t
now my watch my hoes take you out cause i’m a pimp
my leg’s kinda tired so i’m walking with a limp
i take my dirty hoe, international
stacking more
this n*gga tried to rob me, but i caught him creeping up outta my door
i grabbed some needles then i stuck em in his b*tt
i tied him to the chair, until his ass closed up
it’s just like playing spades with a handful of hearts
oh, but i’m the lil joker
that’s cuttin’ yo f*cking dome
obituary, n*ggas scary
lames very, that hoes getting buried

[verse: mr. slicc]
i won’t concern their moaning, phony
got them b*tches yawning, groaning
miss them fried mornings
slicc, ever known slicc?
that’s me motherf*cka
bullets they popping yo back
for one of you n*ggas try to step up
no mercy for my enemies, no mercy for thy soul
no mercy for thy shake junt, no mercy for my hoes
now as i continue to mead the lyrical
difficult b*tches i’m pimpin in memphis
now testing them out on the game
to see the sight with slicc*ness
russian like roulettes
when i start to reck
shoot you four*five glocks
n*gga hit the deck
i’m robbing that nina fiend for fun
to the fence on our terrace
we blend in like mirrors
so jackers don’t get near us
k!llaz, playaz
slapping ’em with a huff
blaze a blunt with a rush
cracka*yak we case ’em tightly
[hook]
we some straight up murderers, n*gga
we kicking down them doors
we some straight up murderers
we lay your kids and your mammy on the floor
we some straight up murderers, n*gga
we kicking down them doors
we some straight up murderers
we lay your kids and your mammy on the floor
hoe

- gimisum family lyrics

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