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rainy days - pbg kemo lyrics

[intro]

[verse]
where your -ss was at, when the gang, we was down?
but we up, now pbg and tfg run the town
i’m a cluck by the way, a nigga smoking by the pound
popping flats, popping mollies, all i know is bite down
t’d up, do the most, i’m the star of this show
boy, my life like a movie, watch my car be a ghost
yeah, them foreign things
since they took mosey, now i’m more insane
this shit bigger than this music, so it’s more to fame
f-ck fame, i’m just coming for the basics
trade my true’s for robin’s, watch my jeans trade places
and my niggas they with me, all black like the matrix
we ain’t worried ’bout shit, cause we know we finna make it
put the pole on the map— wait hold on, pap already did it
buy a load full of straps, now the opps don’t [?]
cop some gold cause i rap, water diamonds take your fishing
my p.o., get her clapped cause she want me back in prison
you ain’t with that shit?
silly hoe, just forget that shit
cause a nigga done did that b-tch
shoot guns, i done did that hit
then rolled dude up, let bro dutty hit that shit, that’s opp pack
shorty stalking, just stop that
take it easy, you know i’m ’bout that
i’m from a block where we don’t bop at
just tote poles, take souls, up rolls, won’t fold, can’t bop at
and the law ain’t stopping nothin’
and the opps not dropping us
you up poles, then you gotta bust
playing internet games, on facebook, yo -ss over tough, that’s no real
wings on your -ss, those not real
your -ss so sad, don’t count bills
i’ll get you whacked, ask lil’ vell
he found steel!
hottest rookie in the city
i don’t show no pity
bad boy like diddy
told baby gon’ head, get my name on her titties
but she got it on the -ss, and it look real pretty
pbg, tfg, that’s the same shit
i got shot, but i’m brave, so it ain’t shit
blow this nickel, bet it sing on some tink shit
you want smoke? ok, cool, just link then
pump faking, i ain’t with none of that
head shots, head shots, bet he ain’t comin’ back
like bro said, smoke dope, make fun of that
niggas never did a hit, so how the f-ck you honor that?
that’s clowned out!
opps tryna copy us, let me find out
your bond three hundred dollars, just bond out
you my son, i’ma put you on a timeout, lil’ j.j
or jemel, i used to have you on the well
now you throwing up l’s, so you gotta catch shells like taco
i’m in the cut with a sack, bro – capo
he ain’t a glory boy, b-tch, he a honcho
we laid back, stacked up like nachos
but we still in the field like the broncos
and no talking for the jakes, my name john doe
that’s it, that’s all, now beat it
30 clip too tall, let’s heat him
matter fact, take it easy, i don’t need it
two, three shots to his face, defeated
it’s a lot of niggas wishing they can do what we do
[?]

- pbg kemo lyrics

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