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big steppa - pharothegreat lyrics

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one, two, three, fo’
who that young n-gg- that’s knockin’ at yo’ door?
it’s me with the gun, so you better stay on the flo’
i swea’ if you look up, i’m gone leave you on the flo’
big bullets to the back, into his head
it’s sad away, i had to leave a n-gg- dead
blood everywhe’, i turned that n-gg- white tee red
(aye) i got that n-gg- lookin like a candy cane
i took that boy top off, i’m lookin at his brain
(aye) i was gone, b-tch i’m runnin’ like a train
(ugh) but i’m underground, i’m runnin’ like a slave
(ugh) b-tch you already know you count yo’ days
(ugh) i’m gone put in the grave, like you dead
(ugh) i’m gone put in the grave, like you dead
(ugh) i got these p-ssy n-gg-s hidin’ in a cage
(ugh) and aye, f-ck n-gg- come out and play
you was talkin’ sh-t, now i wanna f-ckin’ spray
and i’m under—, put yo’ dog -ss in a cage
(aye) i swea’ tuh god, i’m gone break yo’ face
i could k!ll you in broad daylight, still beat the case
f-ck n-gg- i swea’ tuh go-, i ain’ goin’ down no way(ugh)
i’m gone break away, i swea’ tuh god i when i stay(ugh)
i’ma pull up on you n-gg-s, better go to dippin’
i’ma let this big gun up, go to rippin’
it’s gone make the noise, it’s gone make the block shake(aye)
n-gg- everybody sh-t, they gone be awake(ugh)
i’m comin’ after you, no matter what it f-ckin’ take(ugh)
i swea’ tuh god i when i see you, i won’t take no break(ugh)
i can throw you with the fishes, throw in the lake(ugh)
i can throw you on the car, i won’t stop the brakes(ugh)
now i got you beggin’ for mercy
you keep talkin’ bout please, pharo please don’t hurt me
f-ck n-gg- you was talkin’ sh-t, you tried to murk me
but i’m comin’ back, b-tch i’m comin’ for revenge
i can dig up on yo muhf-ckin’ friend
i can show them n-gg-s how to really spin-a-been
put a bag on yo’ head, put a lot of ben
i’ma rock a guitar, like i was a f-ckin’ band
best believe, you know we got lot of instruments
yes, i’m goin’ stupid on this f-ckin’ instrumental
i put the gun in yo’ mouth, like a f-ckin’ dental
blow yo’ teeth out, now yo stupid -ss mental
shoot yo’ -ss there recognize, you was a credentials
now they gotta trace yo’ body out wit’ a pencil
i’ma do it again, so i’m gone send yo’ stencil
i’m so official, like a muhf-ckin’ whistle
you already know i’m totin’ a f-ckin pistol
(aye) i’m gone blow off yo head like a missle
and if yeen’ get the message, that b-tch clear like a crystal
you bet- not go lower, b-tch it’s anti f-ckin’ smissle
i pop up anywhere, like a muhf-ckin’ surprise
i put a bag on yo’ head, dead or alive
you actin like a thug, but i know it’s a disguise
i show yo -ss up, wit’ a side of fries
b-tch you better tell the truth and never lie
and b-tch i swea’ tuh god if i catch you, you gone die

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