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on the court - habibiwoo lyrics

(intro)
this sh*t be lit for them n*ggas that think that they after me
bro spin your block with a glock he gon’ cause a catastrophe
(huh huh)
yea, bro will get lit on the spot if them n*ggas will mention me
uh, we be outside with the opps we will never see
(no we would never see)

(verse)
chain icy no winter
devil rounds sinning
lock eye living
bands binnin
living lavish up in the hill
this precise no feel
eye top for real
fan gave me chill
got me property
i’m not honestly
f*ck with poverty
test is sorarity
this a dub i’m feeling it
mе and two more trinity
assainate kennеdy
is you feeling me?
this sh*t gon bump
b*tch you need some help i just wanna f*ck
money first keep it a buck
keep it a hunnid for trunds
yeah
let my fame be fine
ayy
i don’t wanna die
i don’t wanna die
no one believed me
thought it was easy
went through a hard path now living hd
gotta get the sauce like some chickpeas
bullets crispy bullets crispy bullets crispy
got holes all over the door
if this go viral finna make more
we got our difference but i’m on the shore
y’all want me now but no before
(verse)
bro caught a body then laid low, anything just to fill up them pesos
he got caught tryna’ move with the draco (draco)
i’m just happy the feds said the case closed (yea)
got some shooters that do what i say so, bread on your head you’ll be dead for a bankroll
n*ggas copyin’ everything we do, on the way can’t give pain in the gang though (nah)
one call put my shooter on*court (shooter on court), could be chilling but we don’t show remorse, in my birkin’ sh*t i’ve been showing off, its like gwuapo refuse to take a loss
i got plans just to stack the money up, that young n*gga been moving like a boss
for my soldiers, i’m pourin’ henny up, rest in peace to the ones that we lost
most the n*ggas on my d*ck wanna talk on the net but ain’t really on sh*t
how the f*ck you getting money, and my n*ggas really movin’ like we rich
(like get off my d*ck)
we be f*ckin’ n*ggas b*tches, i pass him the runtz and he catch the assist, shooters with me that be ready don’t end up with me not get put on the list (brr pa)

- habibiwoo lyrics

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