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thirty4seven - nocaapone lyrics

[intro]
ay, f-ck my p.o, uh, uh, f-ck- f-ck the police, uh, f-ck my neighbors too! , them n-ggas on my -ss!
haha!
ay! dm me on snapchat, instagram, twitter, if you are trying to make an exclusive movie!
milfs only! bad milfs only!
ha!
b-tch!
[verse 1]
i need me a millie
we pull up with bl!ckys
while smoking on sticky (ayyy)
we painting your city (ayyy)
we pull up with glizzys (ayyy)
you n-ggas is p-ssy (ayyy)
you b-tches is silly (uh)
who shot ya? like biggie (huh?)
i play with her kitty
pull out my willie
play with her kidney
know we get jiggy (ayyy)
kids do the tricky (ayyy)
your b-tch get the d-cky (huh?)
you get the sticky
uh!

[verse 2]
i pull up with glizzys i let off some shots
that b-tch is a thot you know be giving top
we pull up with sticks just like a cop
we chasing the bag, we chasing the guap
catch us a opp, now we need us a mop
just like a cop, we keeping a glock
if he try me, imma let the bl!cky do its job!

[verse 3]
we pull up with sticks we pull up with mac elevens (bang!) (bang!) (pew!)
n-gga talking all that sh-t, send him to heaven (heaven!)
i’m smoking dank i’m in a whole other dimension
we pull up with sticks and that b-tch that got extensions (haha)

[verse 4]
glocc 27s, smith and wessons, ak47s, keep him blessing (ooh!)
i been through alot sometimes it be depressing
but i’m still alive and thank god thats a blessing (thakn god)
i gave your b-tch the stuffing, call it thanksgiving (ha!)
that b-tch sucked my d-ck, then i see you kissing (hahaha!)
we pull up with them sticks we shoot we ain’t missing (pew!)
can’t trust a hoe, all these hoes be tricking! (facts)

[verse 5]
i’m out here trynna make a mill like im bobby brown!
all my n-ggas keep a gun they gon gun you down!
you gon feel us when we talk, you won’t hear a sound!
let you keep on dissing, then i hit you with that round!
make you city flood, you gon f-cking drown!
we stay with that tool, you stay a f-cking clown!
pull up then we shoot, glock with a 30 round!
and ghaith got that tool! it holds 50 f-cking rounds!

[outro]
b-tch!

- nocaapone lyrics

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