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thug passion - luh trav 48 lyrics

straight out the streets
and i f*ck with some g′s
but i’m bangin the c
say you steppin on me
you ain built like that
you ain′t ready for beef
keep a weapon on me
leave a n*gga ass cold

forty eight degrees
i’ma ride with the heat
can’t let a n*gga come
first forty*eight me

lil quan he steppin
lil quel he a shoota
them young n*ggas reckless
get ya pacc intercepted
and you won′t get it bacc
cause my young n*ggas selfish
how it is in the slums
let a n*gga get smart
b*tch i′ma get dumb
you ain neva flip nun
i done drop the location
boy you ain’t evеn come
lil nine with a stick on it
i be wanna call hеr bae
but that b*tch got a d*ck on it
young n*gga flip homie
won’t give no f*ck
think twice or repent on it ain′t f*ckin with people
catch his ass at the red light knock out his speakers
clutching the heater
but you know we can fight
get em beat out of sneakers
all this pain can’t sleep
can′t see my auntie
and i really miss beek
got demons on me
so i throw bacc these bean
run away from my dreams
these b*tches can’t trust
so i′m chasing the bag
i ain’t looking for love
but i’m ready to f*ck
baby k on the floor
while i′m bustin her up
then i′m back at the trap
tryna flip me a pacc
tryna get me some racks
know these n*ggas
don’t like me
all this karma and sh*t
got me watching my back
but i′m ready to drill
and my youngan on go
yea they ready to k!ll
give a f*ck how you feel
cause we sliding bout that
boy you know what’s the deal
i ain′t doing no faking
i’m cut like that
need no persuasion
n*gga why you hatin
my dawg got twenty
my heart just racing
i′m steady pacing
i ain’t giving up yet
i gotta make it
they steady faking
they don’t know
we locked in like haitians
up from the hip
leave his ass with a stain
nina a freak but
she only want brain
we sliding hemi
rip tracks like a train
she on that remy
get wet like champagne
young n*gga beating the bass swing my door
sell you an o
and i′ll sell you some dope
bring down the a p
in the middle of the floor
i need a key to the streets
and the door
big ass gun on me like a sheriff shoot out with twelve
can′t go back to jail
i done been there
can’t go back to h*ll
no squares in my circle
i′m keeping it real
you know i’m sliding
but is you gone slide
you know i′m ridin
but is you gone ride
just keep it a stack
and don’t tell me no lies
i ain′t got time to be
wasting my time
i was down bad
but i’m making it far
hop out on feet we don’t
shoot out the car
face shot broad day
we ain′t waiting for dark
b*tch i was taught to
run away from the narcs
b*tch i was taught
to run away from the narcs
face shot broad day we ain′t waiting for dark
b*tch i was taught
to run away from the narcs
and we got
a whole lotta shootas
and they got a whole lotta sticcs
and they got a whole lotta sticcs
and they got a whole lotta sticcs
you know we ain’t
running from nothing
we gone pull up get the bussin
you know we ain′t
running from nothing
you we ain’t
running from nothing
we gone pull up get the bussin

- luh trav 48 lyrics

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