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back your chat - hamilton #12anti lyrics

{producer tag}
i love chris rich

hamilton,hamilton!

{verse 1 hamilton}
hop out the ding dong 2 big ching chongs don’t sing songs
if it goes wrong then we get f*cking bagged
free my n*ggas, free my n*ggas that sh*ts so f*cking sad
i need my brothers back, were lurking for opps and friends, but not a paigons friend of a friend
i might go for a distant cousin or something you think i’m bluffing?
depends on my mood when i’m out there cutting, but while i question the yute please don’t b*tton, he won’t even see me coming
hop off my broom with the next broom, that’s a big one for the one ones dem, run on dem runoff we beat sh*lls when i get drops on spots
sip that maggy then load that maggy magazine full of golden
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don’t sell your soul to become the drake like drake like views
you might still make headlines but its gonna be a different type of news
bodybag settings 10 by the patio door thats you
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like the donkey in p*ssy in boots
nice face i’m a devilish yute
if you talk that smoke on the net better back your chat
because that is one thing that you do not do
that is one thing that you do not do

do it in the day do it in the night do it in adidas do it in nikes
do it in the day do it in the night do it in adidas do it in nikes
i’ve been crashing opps for years man can’t tell me nothing
12anti hamilton

{verse 2 tr2}
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i know that my side things riding but she ain’t doing no kiki challenge
back my blade let him have it we don’t lie about the things that happen
dark come brown like cleveland same way the crack come yellow like simpson
went ***** and left my man victim they went jail for chinging up women
like ray jay, i hit it first no pardon me if the ting just burps
stepped in the rave and i done man’s dance
2 things on hip that’s a knife man’s dance
intention, when i fling mans arms tryna, do grievous bodily harm
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put 23 in his back like jordan

{verse 3 hamilton}
one in his back like johnny hot like perry
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it ain’t just blood he’s p*ssed he’s p*ssed
in primary school, man grew up stuck in the mud
i just dug my stick out the mud
only real n*ggas i spud, blud thicker than water
deluded i don’t trust my cuz, ill probably bun him if he don’t start running im on him
i want this bread but i can’t get these violent thoughts out of my head

{verse 4 tr2]
they don’t blast on skengs cause no ones dead, they ain’t on that
ill pay 25 for the rambo you can get it free when we itch backs
man get snapped for the chat ( you get it )
i ain’t talking about no app i tell man no cap fling corn at your arrow or snapback

- hamilton 12anti lyrics

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