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watch out ( la mix ) - la bi$hop lyrics

[intro]
ayee , ayee , ayee , 400 ! 400 , 400 , 400
gang . la

[pre-verse]
i run up in the p-ssy dabbing
you know bishop’s flyer than aladdin
if a p-ssy n-gga want some action
n-ggas’s steady fronting , we start blasting (boom)
i’ll beat a n-gga worse than rodney king
see a n-gga flexing , then that chopper sing
got a little shorty , who stay on the lean
you a track-star n-gga , running from the beam

[hook]
watch out , lil b-tch
aye , hold up lil b-tch
your n-gga a snitch , watch he get smacked
with a clip . them goons on your -ss
while your b-tch on my d-ck
them choppers gon’ blast
watch you run like a b-tch

[verse : bi$hop]
whipping chickens with that triple beam
call me freddy kruger , k!ll you in your dreams
designer fabrics , why my fit so clean?
all i drink is purple , that’s that dirty lean
got a bag of zannies , serve that to my fiends
that traphouse money keep my pockets green
my wrist is shining , thought you saw the sun
when i up this pistol , watch how ricky run
n-ggas lying like they toting guns
but when i see them , why they always run ?
n-gga’s claiming they got clips on clips
you catching bodies on a list of hits
talking out your neck , you better watch your lips
we selling gas & it boof like p-ss
n-gga’s talking watch i flip your whip
with an automatic , put you in a ditch

[verse 2 : bi$hop]
look i call my nina bruce jenner
it’ll turn a straight n-gga a b-tch
my n-gga’s sniff out a pretender
then spit the whole clip on they sh-t
if i plug you up as a lender , you better not run off with my sh-t
your b-tch fell in love with my leg
not my clip , your b-tch all on my d-ck
wait, hold up lil b-tch , get off my d-ck
got a few bricks to flip , all my n-gga’s brazy
you cannot compete , wet a n-gga up
leave his -ss in the streets , shoot a n-gga up
while he sleep in the sheets , pillow talking b-tches
be dead in a week , catching n-gga’s slipping
they running on ice , rather shoot your -ss
because bigdamu don’t fight
the feds hit my block , like every f-cking night
my block is so hot , armored up like a knight
i want a n-gga try to come take my life
im the grim reaper , split your -ss with a scythe
my choppers whistle , hear the sound of that pipe?
get 6 in your back , like lebron on the heat
that 30 turn a n-gga brain to curry , ball like stephen curry
running with a 30 , i stay k!lling you n-gga’s on tracks
spit so hard like you cannot react , all those late nights in the
trap , lil n-gga’s were cleaning off straps
he picking the sh-lls out his flesh
i go broke then i rob the connect
n-gga’s b-tches they stay getting wet
you n-gga’s some freaks bullets all in your back
wait

[bridge : bi$hop]
i got a whole 30 clip in my deisel jeans
serve rocks to fiends , n-ggas try me pulling out that beam
ripping a n-gga spleen , with my f-cking team
look at me , woah we smoking eazy green

- la bihop lyrics

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