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used to know - nay benz lyrics

[intro: gotye & nay benz]
no, you didn’t have to stoop so low
have your friends collect your records and then change your number
i guess that i (grahh) don’t need that, though (83rd)
now, you’re just somebody that i used to know
no l’zzz lil’ b*tch, no l’zzz lil’ b*tch, look

[chorus]
on the strip, keep it on me
smokin’ on jt, mix it with the army
can’t get the rapper, get the homie
i catch a hit, then skrrt off in the stoley
on the drill, by my doley
30k on my wrist, i ain’t talkin’ no roley
rico b, that’s the brodie
shout out to reem, that’s the cousin, my [?]

[verse 1]
oh, it’s lit? don’t trip
roscoe got poked, now he walk with a limp
on the hit, more than six
they know my body, like takin’ that risk
on the s, with my grip
f*ck with the makks and i f*ck with the crips
if i spot ’em, don’t dip
beam on his head, how the f*ck can i miss?
i’m like, “day, why they play?”
ebk totin’, i know he gon’ spray
yo, lil’ mori, drop the rakes
blizzy a b*tch, he got cut in his face
spinnin’ the 8, matt bust my scolatti
slidin’ with eddy and ‘ootin’ for roddy
if i pull up with day, he catchin’ a body
i call lil’ nito, he stay in ya lobby
free dada, goin’ down for the homi’
she eat me up like a piece of salami
blitz through the front, ebk blitz from behind me
blitz through the front, ebk blitz from behind me
like, edot baby, you not even ygk
how you drop beef ’cause of bizzy? you g*y
pick up a gun, lil’ n*gga, let’s play
how you totin’ on knocks and not ready to spray?
after i f*ck, i gotta see you later
i double back when i ‘oot at decatur
jay didn’t get back, he got cut with the razer
i call up frank, that’s the trend, he gon’ blaze ’em
ayy yo ek, how you smokin’ on nazzy?
catch a vato, i’m down for a body
smokin’ on chris, mix it with the lotti
dummy got poked, then fell on his scolatti
[chorus]
on the strip, keep it on me
smokin’ on jt, mix it with the army
can’t get the rapper, get his homie
i catch a hit, then skrrt off in the stoley
on the drill, by my doley
30k on my wrist, i ain’t talkin’ no roley
rico b, that’s the brodie
shout out to reem, that’s the cousin, my [?]

[verse 2]
meet the locc, you know he ’bout the action
we pop out, two deep, start clappin’
losso pull up, start blackin’
they know kal [?], takin’ everything, that’s taxin’
what they want, on the hunt
back out the .40 and watch how they front
they don’t spin, it’s been months
smokin’ on woo, all sha gz was run
stop the rap, stop the cap
think sh*t funny ’til it’s really fun
think you tough?
how you booked for the knocker, but when i seen you, had no gun
spin through 84 tryna catch me a petey
catch [yaji?], go down for the dv
84 go down for shooting at innocents
screamin’, “free him”, get you put on the citezen’s
[chorus]
on the strip, keep it on me
smokin’ on jt, mix it with the army
can’t get the rapper, get the homie
i catch a hit, then skrrt off in the stoley
on the drill, by my doley
30k on my wrist, i ain’t talkin’ no roley
rico b, that’s the brodie
shout out to reem, that’s the cousin, my [?

- nay benz lyrics

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