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stincs run la - otm lyrics

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[duffy]
talk to me, n*gga who wan romp with me
heard he want some smoke, we gon go n see whats up wit him
pull up double drum he ain’t never seen a hundiddy
ridin foreign got shanaynay in the front with me

the put the blues in this duffle
i got nine hundiddy’s in a bundle
i got pippy long stockin’ with me too
free throw, get him wacked, he got blew up out his boots

i got five new opps on my list
swiss cheese his whip
this a glock with a switch
you can’t hang if you’re not with the sh*ts

all pops on my knots
we on top totin’ sticks
n*gga talk to me
ask about la yea the stinks run it

make the wrong move get his head splattered
competition yea i bet you we gon see bout it
more opps, we bought bigger guns
fights still don’t matter
i bought a soul sn*tcher, tell em come and holler at us
we outside every day if n*ggas mad or somethin
i’ll get a n*ggas whacked [?] sunday mornin easy
gang n em with me pourin mud with me just tore down neiman’s

[pesos]
where ?suyoung? i’m finna bye bye bleed her
long talks with the devil i’ll fish for a jesus
two drums double d’s she love to show cleavage
ridin round with mop sticks i’m constantly cleanin

we had em running up the block he runnin and screamin
drakeo in my ear every day i walk with the reaper
had his crib sticked up we here for the payment
if it don’t come with no uchies ion need no relations

if he ain’t put you on no money that is not your friend
i lost control with the k that opp’s no longer
ptsd i get to trippin off of sudden movements
this chop got add it’s bound to go stupid

so how you wanna do it
show me what you want n*gga
stincs run the city disagree imma chalkzone him
i was laughin at his gun it was a bit funny
too greedy stincs flu flammin ain’t no big hommies
pole dancer, make that sh*t quick, n*gga strip for it
true shot caller, i’ll still get my hands dirty
i got lazy off the mud and fell asleep on her

somebody baby mama here ion care b*tch keep suckin
you want my time it ain’t free i need a fee for it
it’s hot in h*ll’s kitchen crack the stove on he sparkin
heave artillery, you sure you wanna beef with us?
stincs run the city keep it real is you serious?

[drakeo]
talking to the thugs if its war
slither with the snakes i got 5 mops in the jungle
handing out extensions if you want a hunnid
i got 9 hundiddies in a bundle, let a n*gga miss pay me, we on his bumper
catch you on a camelback imma cross you
i on narcobeat cause that’s nothing
let it burn if it singing like usher, i got 5 model b*tches in a foreign

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