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coming up - p.y.g lyrics

[intro: tiny snap]
sn the trey-80 popper
young f-cking gunna d
stigs (pecky)
shooting size

[verse 1: stigs]
you’re always chatting on msn
you should feel a piece of the knife
stab you in the head, stab you in your chest
you didn’t see that coming so we’re calling that a flipping surprise
when your marjay sees all that pain in my eyes
feeling kinda nice when i see the knife collide
in your wide chest, that’s what you get
when you’re in king’s college laying in your death bed
i’m sparking a zoot, getting shermed off the great cess
i’m dumping on anyone, don’t think i would leave you
’cause you’re nameless, now you’re chainless
’cause i popped that and gave it to my princess
it wasn’t on my ones, fam, i popped it with nathan
and tiny snap came through, guns blazing (bow bow)
now you’re all dried up, something like a raisin
p-ssed, now you’re dead, knife wound in your head
this is a little madness with the mesh (machete)

[verse 2: young gunna.d]
twisted, crazy f-cker
i grab your nut, cuz
know brantz sets it raw like thunderr
the shank slipped in your chest and out of your jumper
for the talk telling me you’re a dumper
now you’re slumped, blud
young gunna d, i’ll touch ya
went court, went jail, ain’t nothing changed i’m a nutter
me and my black blade we’re lovers
it’s got my back while i control it, touching bruddas
you ain’t down with the team, suck your mudda
i need ps, rudeboy, i need that f-cking money
you little pr-cks make me laugh when you’re talking cruddy
young termz? that n-gga there, yeah, he’s f-cking gully
you n-ggas talk guns like you really got straps
when i start cutting sh-t down like i’m samurai jack
and the samurai’s black, something’s gonna get stabbed
i ain’t flinging no jabs when i f-cking go mad

[verse 3: tiny snap]
n-ggas know me, still on my g-ssed hype
still put my nank in a pr-ck for the wrong vibes (yes)
if i grab on the hand ting, it’s night-night (trust me)
cl!ck-cl!ck boom, you’re gonna see a bright light
n-ggas know that i’m backing it, for murda mikes
catch me with brantz or termz in the pecky sides
if there’s a madness, i’m grabbing on my knife
putting it to work, i ain’t letting sh-t slide (trust me)

[verse 4: shooting size]
n-ggas only gas them brand new whips
f-ck that, i move g-ssed when i’m powering in a zip (yesss)
bet you wanna back out the beef ‘fore your boy gets it
ygs sickminded, they might arson your crib (arson)
if i beat the mash, i’ll leave your -rs- on a drip
all-night grinding, fam, i’m murking the strip
while you n-ggas are washed at home, beating a chick (washed)
i’m out on the roads, fam, serving a piff
violate the ygs? then i’m burning a pr-ck (dead)
i’ve got young shooters fam, i’ll put money on your wig (money on your wig)
n-ggas act and speak about bodies on a track
f-ck that (that’s moist), i’ll put a body on my strap (blow)
if a p-ssy tries to run up on my stack, that’s a slug up in his back (in his back)
the sweet for my ting is so big (so big)
you swear to god i’m pushing rockets out my mac
when the rocket hits your back, that’s a little p-ssy clapped

[outro]
dun know, all the other gangs, pecknarm-
oi, f-ck all you lot, bodies soon start dropping
p.y.g, f-ck the rest of them
hold tight my s.i. dargs, what you saying?
dun know, py to s.i
f-ck the rest of them, innit
tiny snap, my n-gga little taz here, dun know
obviously it’s a pecky ting (pecky, dun know)
free tiny tazz (f-ck your squad, whoever’s watching this, dun know), mad max
coming on tracks talking ’bout dropping bodies f-ck that, man, i put your body on my mash
hold tight my shoot instant n-ggas: snap, butch, blackz
rip termz, rest in peace termz, boogie, pecky

- p y g lyrics

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