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galaga - n a r o lyrics

shoutout to obidiah that n*gga come with the fire
wait, pull up with flat tire
my n*ggas is gettin higher
oh, now it’s jeremiah
now i’m back with the crew
ooh, what it do
what it do
what it do
all my n*ggas got the flu
and i got the f*cking clue
they really tried to rebrand and dude i keep it true
i’m on my way to my dues
you get confused
it ain’t hard to choose
tune it to the news
i’m seein’ blues
i’m runnin’ wit the [?]
jimmy butler the sixers
i’m heatin’ up
need me a f*ckin’ elixir
i tried to miss her but
i hit the swisher
everything that i pitch yeah i’m witcha
i’m comin’ through with a mix of cannabis on my lip
i’m medicated from thе tips
i insist
meditation on the hips
i think i got the clips
oh, i got thе whips
[?] at the heart of this
they took my shopping list
in the abyss it ain’t hard to miss
the runners with the chips
either way i’m [?] this
somehow i’m gettin’ crossed in this
i’m tryna author this
uh, in my sh*ll it served me well
water sing like adele
all our lines parallel
so go and wish me well
([?], my n*gga)

[?] with the clips and the quips
neighborhood watch they [?]
don’t say a word, don’t f*ck with the simps
pressin’ the b*tton that equal the score
call my ass bender got liquor and wh0res
planet express, don’t f*ck with the postage’
yeah, p*ssy ass n*ggas can’t post a delivery boy
put bars at the door
fryin’ you hoes
shootin’ the gat like i’m johnny
[?] so you n*ggas can’t find me
pap pap pap pap
[?]
[?] thinking you balling you [?]
b*tches walkin’ ’round like [?]
peasant sh*t
[?] b*tch
soft serving up
this place is sh*t
cl!ck cl!ck cl!ck
finger movin’ quick
ask your b*tch
she hopped up on the joystick
this ain’t no f*ckin’ toy sh*t
high score shootin’ ’til the boy miss
call me a droid, sh*t
let me concentrate
send my mind back into a constant state
pondering
all of my mistakes
if these shots dissipate
back to [?}
and castaway like i’m tom hanks
undercover like i’m cody banks
fergie b*tch cause i’m shoppin’ ranks
flankin’ b*tch yeah i’m cooking steaks
whippin’ it up it’s a miracle
don’t understand
it’s satirical
you serious?
why so cynical?
[?] dark, i’m a criminal
we brush of all our problems with bein’ so frustrated
they watchin’ all our actions and the moves that we makin’
we eatin’ at your table didn’t need an invitation
we pop out where we want and never have no hesitation
i swear we like the mafia
yeah we not here to play
if you don’t want any trouble better stay out of our way
i come and wrap my verse and then my n*ggas know i’m gone
i told her when we f*ckin’ that my timbs are stayin’ on
if i’m on the track then you know i’m out of pocket
mantis with the feature takin’ off like a rocket
i pulled with two pistols like a god d*mn movie
i galaga on your b*tch i think i got another groupie

- n a r o lyrics

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