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hit yu' up - michael jose lyrics

[chorus]
bullets gon’ pull up on him, like monsters in squad
shotgun got them pellets, i open the wad
and joseph a demon, he really the dog
now we finna set the beef aside, with my mt’s
i’m still the oldie that you mentioning, p*ssy n*gga, i’ll hit you up

[verse]
pull up in the club, forty*three up in my cup
and i pour that purple drank, and she gon’ mix it with love
with the bloods, and the blues, p*ssy, guarantee you duck
fifty*six, or fifty*two, the streets that they be trappin’ on
too bad my n*ggas gangsta, and i’m as equal as em’
them bullets tryna suffer, give n*ggas muscle spasms
and copo got a problem, he livin’ wit’ no purpous
who uncle blacc to you? the one available person?
you could never switch on ya g’s, well that’s ironic
you turned ya mans away to buy a house and live in private
i turn a n*gga up while in the studio, to feature
f*ck a toolie*tool, this a k*nock, so why would i believe him?
aye, lil’ dude need some trainin’, the p*ssy in his eyes
that melanin need to be taken out, and replaced wit’ melatonin
he sleeping on my people, but i’m always up to the sco’
and f*ck all hoes on him, cause b*tches don’t like a tool
yo’ uncle, remember when ya’ nephew used to sleep wit’ ya wife
and you still like him for the person he is? huh
now i’m all about the violence, you let the boy talk
name*drops never dropped me, i been walked it off
now it’s scratch out all this music sh*t, this my last track before i dip, and just go out to spin, stupid n*gga, i get him done
popped out in all black, for the club
but if there’s opposition, i’ma shoot that b*tch up
the bottles gettin’ empty, if them b*tches is beggin’
pull a p*ssy, and you know i’m finna send him to heaven
back a b*tch up, she violated the laws of my set
i’m spinning back, just to make sure that them n*ggas is dead
and f*ck the lil’ five, they don’t know they facin’ the big ties
light the spliff, and now you know i’m facin’ the dead opps
f*ck pack*a*pistol, that ain’t right, you still got rappers wit’ you
i’m micheal n*gga, twenty*three, and i’m still movin’ lethal
put the guns away, i wanna see you work wit’ ya hands
since you ain’t fight for ya’ gang, and you just moved to j*pan (p*ssy)
don’t try to name*drop my n*ggas, since you a b*tch and you livin’
you buyin’ bottles of liquor, and you got few b*tches kissin’
go get ya’ mans back, that’s the reason why you scared to get back, cause you know some n*ggas waitin’ to clip that (mothaf*cka’)
[chorus]
bullets gon’ pull up on him, like monsters in squad
shotgun got them pellets, i open the wad
and joseph a demon, he really the dog
now we finna set the beef aside, with my mt’s
i’m still the oldie that you mentioning, p*ssy n*gga, i’ll hit you up

[outro]
ha, ha
p*ssy
f*ck copo, n*gga

- michael jose lyrics

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