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12 am - lil noonie lyrics

[intro]
marvel, you a deadbeat

[verse]
live and direct up in this b*tch from mr. dig ’em up (mr. dig ’em up)
[? 0:19] up in his hand, now he a crippled f*ck (he a cripple)
he was cryin’ off that skit, he was sick as f*ck (you a p*ssy)
june 23rd, 2017, that day f*cked me up (huh)
g19, no 17, with a fifty bun (b*tch)
broke that b*tch bussin’ on the s, beatin’ that whip up (we run that sh*t, n*gga)
you wasn’t breathin’ while he shot and caught the hiccups
shootin’ that b*tch with your eyes closed, then get your head touched (he got his head clapped)
i’m lil’ mitch, b*tch, i’m known for beatin’ ass (i’m beatin’ ass)
i told you n*ggas that i’m thor, i clap this hammer, see the flash (i see the lightning)
i caught that n*gga by the store, i couldn’t give that b*tch no pass (ain’t no passes)
n*gga, why disrespеct his mans while he was layin’ in the grass? (ho, you a b*tch)
how thе f*ck that sh*t don’t count? he died off a leg shot (leg shot)
n*ggas died ’bout them chains, less than a month, two mans dropped (mans dropped)
lil’ n*gga talkin’ crazy and he got his head popped (head popped)
and that n*gga mama snitchin’, yeah, that b*tch the feds now (she a snitch)
told you n*ggas he was snitchin’, now he on that ‘work again (on the ‘work again)
tell me how it feel even though that was your mans (i thought that was your mans)
he a big rat, he just mickey mouse’d his kids (mouse’d his kids)
make this eight clap, that’s a hundred dropped again (that’s a hundred)
he thought he was an ace of spades, hit him with the joker
yeah, i got my game face on like i’m playin’ poker
sneak dissin’ on instagram, yeah (uh)
uh, sneak dissin’ on the ‘net, slide, and turn ‘eem ‘to a poster
i’m in the booth right now smokin’ on daughter bird
i’m tryna get high up there with you and have a couple words (might beat your ass, too)
they was paranoid when they slid, they hit a couple curbs
we left that b*tch smokin’, hotbox like they was smokin’ herb (like they was smokin’ herb)
ridin’ ’round with 150, yeah, i keep a herb
all my n*ggas smart, but play dumb, phineas and ferb (dumb*ass)
ain’t no actions in y’all words, n*ggas lackin’ verbs (n*ggas nerds)
all you n*ggas did was ball for burt, he was left on the curb

- lil noonie lyrics

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