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40's out - $ir abe lyrics

40’s out lyrics
[chorus: $ir abe]
n****’s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
and i pull up to your boy, f*ck you talking bout?
and if that n**** talking sh*t then we gon’ call him out
and if that n**** got a problem we gon’ solve it out
n****’s think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
and i pull up to your boy, f*ck you talking bout?
and if that n**** talking sh*t then we gon’ call him out
and if that n**** got a problem we gon’ solve it out

[verse 1: $ir abe]
all this [?] up in my face got me faded now
n****’s think they gang but they can’t hang with us
if they really think they gang then we gon’ bag em up
and i hang around my glock and i’m gon’ aim it up
b*tch i came with a motherf*cking glock now
i got your b*tch and she hit up my hotline
i got some motherf*cker route what you talkin’ bout?
i got some racks and i’m gonna motherf*ckin’ dropout
i get the strap, she make it clap, i get the beam with the laser attach
they call me [?] cause i been making racks
[?]

[verse 2: last hotboy]
b*tch ass n**** you know i got a .40
n**** talk sh*t finna steal on yo shawty
now lil n**** [?] like i’m kobe
now these n****’s mad they can’t haunt me
run up the block n**** get it again
p*ssy n**** yeah n****’s they friends
pull up lil n**** we drive through any b*tch
n**** make em ride with a benz and sh*t
got lil tay, n**** mad we gon’ pull out the mac
n**** they stand how you gon’ bounce back?
you n****’s is tired, they glock’s don’t attach
b*tch i’m a guest in this b*tch
michael jackson, i’m a bean in this sh*t
all of them n****’s gonna go ahead and quit
cause we running this sh*t cause we gon’ shoot out this sh*t
go!
[bridge: $ir abe]
n****’s be talkin’ about…
we do this sh*t
ya’ll really don’t do this sh*t (huh?, huh?)
we*we be doin’ this sh*t

[verse 3: elthegr8test]
huh?, huh?, huh?, yeah
claim you a n**** but still fighting females
n****’s don’t let any sticks in the emails
choppa be loading said “f*ck n**** two h*ll”
all of these n****’s be hitting like who home?
moshpit, moshpit, take me to yo moshpit
hang around my .40 n**** p*ssy i’ma c*ck it
rich b*tch, rich b*tch, f*cking on a rich b*tch
she just sucked my d*ck b*tch and you gon’ kiss kiss
shout out to my bros, toning on this pole
i just f*cked your b*tch and then i back her to the bros (godd*mn!)
i be counting all this money, i be acting funny
she go all on my d*ck like a motherf*cking bunny

[bridge: $ir abe]
i be pouring 4’s, yo b*tch gon’ blow
yo b*tch suck my d*ck like a motherf*cking pole
yo b*tch praying to me just like a motherf*cking pope
i pull out my glock that’s all she f*cking rode
[chorus: $ir abe]
n****’s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
and i pull up to your boy, f*ck you talking bout?
and if that n**** got a problem we gon’ solve it out
and if that n**** talking sh*t then we gon’ call him out

[outro: $ir abe]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
they think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
n****’s really think it’s sweet but we got .40’s out
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh*huh

- ir abe lyrics

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