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the commandment - m.i abaga lyrics

d, he pretend
but that n*ggas gon snitch on you
he praying that you and shorty end
but here’s how you catch em
you and shorty do a test
let her approach your n*ggas
tell them that you giving stress
a real n*gga gon say nothing and hit you quick
but the f*ckboy be like “i hate it when he acting like a duck”

[hook: mi abaga]
i swear this industry it’s be a lot boy
only few n*ggas as solid as a roc(k) boy
a lot of shht you see will have you shocked boy
only 1 commandments never ever f*ck with any f*ckboy
avoid the f*ckboys, iyanma f*ckboys there’s so many f*ckboys
so many f*ckboys don’t know that they’re f*ckboys
there’s only 1 commandments never ever f*ck with any f*ckboy

[verse 2: mi abaga]
rule number three if you are the richest in the squad
real n*ggas are gon be happy that you getting bags
the f*ckboys say they happy but trust me he’s really mad
so never flaunt your wealth especially up on the gram
here’s how you know who could trust with the account
get someone to call your n*ggas to book you for an amount
let that n*gga tell him to silently take a cut
if your n*ggas agree, then your n*ggas is f*cked
and rule number four, that’s the day one rule
see f*ckboys always find a way to separate the crew
your real n*ggas try to fix the squad, we the glue
and f*ckboys wish it was only them and you
so here is the litmus, pick your oldest friend in the squad
and y’all should fake a fight, let them witness
later ask them other n*ggas, what they really think
anyone who talk down your guy that n*gga stink
ya heard?!

[verse 3: buckyraw]
“you hear me ehn?!”
i’m industry number one hated
cause i don’t fake it
they only make it cause f*ckboys is getting them naked
so i’ll be d*mned to sell my ass to go sell me some records
my mama taught hang my coat where my arms could measure
i’m underrated but n*gga, this what i’m built for
this the type of shht my homies ride and die to k!ll for
crime unit dts been got the [?]
they feel me more without me selling out to feel more
the first liberian “world” charting on billboards
i was throwing diddy my tapes outside the [?] court
n0body else as dope, giving you a head nod
african ass whooping, hope your doctor’s give you a head tie
you social beefing on the net but really anti
i was frying grams of that candy without the camp fire
you f*ckboy, your girl want me in her guts boy
thinking you the sh*t, is prolly train like a flush boy
f*ckboy!

- m i abaga lyrics

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