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armed n' dangerous - moneyset, no savage & doeglizzy lyrics

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[intro: doe glizzy, x*no savage*x, *x*baby jamo*x* & ]
free tall
free giz’
free sd

x*[?] at the temple [?], yeah i’m ’bout to [?]*x

sonnet
*x*free tallslime man this [?]*x*

[verse: doe glizzy, no savage & ]
i be catchin’ them bags i ain’t tryna sell zips
everybody want smoke ’til a n*gga get hit
got bagged with that sitck but i’m back on the rip
i can throw you some bags if you tryna get rich
i’ma empty the drac’ if a f*ck*n*gga slip (wopo)
run down like “f*ck it” i bet he get hit (boom, boom)
i was broke on the yo i was down on my d*ck (on the yo, d*ck)
n*gga threw me a p hit a l!ck for a brick
[?] in the car got the 5.56
caught him way down bad like “how did i miss?”
me and mook comin’ back tryna get our vic
and the men comin’ home so the hood back lit (wop)
better hide your b*tch ‘fore that b*tch get hit (b*tch get hit)
i’ma take her to roof but i’m not no trick
in the spot all night catch a hit out the hit (for real)
n*ggas ain’t on hits they just on d*ck ([?])
i’ma shoot up the strip and then take me a trip (yeah)
set told me to call them 5.56
call me fn sh*t goin through brick (wopo)
had kriss vec’ clips while i walk with a limp
smack a b*tch in her face you can say i’m her pimp (bah, [?] face)
n*ggas throwin’ me l!cks and that sh*t on the [?]
drac’ gettin’ me strong i don’t need no gym
n*gga throw me the oop and i’m bendin’ the rim (boom boom!)
push up quick when i [?] when i spin (push up quick)
dig him a grave put his ass in a den (dig him a grave)
ain’t missin’ with blatt, the shots go straight in (bllrt)
we put a opp n*gga on murder mayhem ([?])
let’s have a drac’ fight call it a spray down (drac’ fight)
jack me a plug, it’s get down or lay down
try to get up make him permanently stay down
b*tches who hatin’ me tellin’ me “hey” now, yeah

[?] money but now i can’t chase it
[?] flexin’ on the ‘gram so i told glock “take it”
i could put you on a flight b*tch i ain’t no basic
i know she gon’ go, but the b*tch keep fakin’ (for real)
i was locked in the cell but i had to be patient (patient)
go up the street i’ma hop out and chase him (chase his ass)
hit him with sh*t turn his ass to a patient (b*tch)
told me “it’s up” but he runnin’ and racin’
so many bags that comin’ from vegas (wop)
wop, [?] puttin’ the switches on semi we [?] go
uh, uh, we don’t got single stack clips in the glizzy we send ’em in rows (nah, nah boom)
uh, uh, n*ggas’ll play like they handle they business and they know that they told (they know that they hot)
uh, uh, send me a diss come through with that switch knock him out his clothes (blllrt, yeah, for real)
uh, uh, why would i ever go back to the b*tch if she already chose? (why would i ever, she already chose)
uh, yeah ‘fore i ever do that i’ma get to this money and handle my goals (uh, [?])
uh, uh, callin’ opp n*ggas rudolph, we keep puttin’ that beam on they nose (boom, pew*pew*pew)
uh, yeah n*ggas callin’ us show offs, i showed they ass we the ones that was chosen, b*tch, yeah (ha, mob, for real)
(yeah yeah)
(i shoot it out we the ones, uh, mob, gg, know that’s business right here, hey, fox 5 sh*t for real, gg b*tch n*gga, mob)

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