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misfit - lul bob lyrics

misfit lyrics
[intro]
i done put my all into this sh*t, yeah
i done put my all into this sh*t
i done put my all into this sh*t, yeah
i done put my all into this sh*t, what?
i done put my all into this sh*t

[chorus]
i done put my all into this sh*t, yeah
i can’t let them call me a misfit, yeah (no*no)
i done put my all into this sh*t (yeah)
came up back then, n*ggas use to hit l!cks, yeah (go)
i done moved on to some big sh*t, yeah (yeah)
i done moved on to some big sh*t, yeah
runnin’ up that money got paper in my vision
went and got a bag, got missin’, yeah

[verse 1]
if you want money, f*ck n*gga better listen
went and got a glock with extensions, yeah (boom)
my glock on me to protect thеse racks
i done robbed a lot of n*ggas and thеy won’t get back
came a long way from broke and i won’t go back
ain’t no more sleeping on the d*mn floor mat
got my momma out the hood, told her, “don’t go back”
i’ma be okay, ain’t no toe tag
got my glock, bust 40 and the b*tch bust fast
i remember we was down, we was down so bad
ridin’ in a suburban with a whole stolen tag
blue and white lights, boy, you better hit the dash, yeah
go fast, yeah
swervin’, swervin’, no, don’t crash
then i got out, boy, i can’t go back
my mama ‘ould be so mad
[chorus]
i done put my all into this sh*t, yeah
i can’t let them call me a misfit, yeah (no*no)
i done put my all into this sh*t (yeah)
came up back then, n*ggas use to hit l!cks, yeah (go)
i done moved on to some big sh*t, yeah (yeah)
i done moved on to some big sh*t, yeah
runnin’ up that money got paper in my vision
went and got a bag, got missin’, yeah

[verse 2]
them n*ggas, they be hatin’ on me
why they hatin on me? i’m only 19
boy you ’bout 30 talking down on a n*gga
don’t play, young n*gga got a .9 on me, n*gga, yeah
yeah, i keep that iron on me, n*gga
everything right here gonna be fine lil’ n*gga
’cause i told my mama that i’m coming home
yeah, got them bullets, they be flying like a drone
yeah, young n*gga get to runnin’ in your home
that’s some sh*t we would do back then
runnin’ with them motherf*ckers like the pac 10
with the mac 10, we a chop a n*gga back off, yeah
yeah, coming from the raw
yeah, lil’ mama suck me down like a straw
yeah, these n*ggas get to choppin’ like a saw
yeah, i done served that hard and the motherf*ckin’ soft
now i just give to stacks to get it off
ridin’ ’round got clientele to get it off
everybody wants to live this life, want to sell this dope but don’t know what it cost
[chorus]
i done put my all into this sh*t, yeah
i can’t let them call me a misfit, yeah
i done put my all into this sh*t
came up back then, n*ggas use to hit l!cks, yeah
i done moved on to some big sh*t, yeah
i done moved on to some big sh*t, yeah
runnin’ up that money got paper in my vision
went and got a bag, got missin’, yeah

- lul bob lyrics

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