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w.h.o?? - prc$n lyrics

(verse)
aye yo it’s mid-city lil b-tch
f-ck you hoe
aye listen up
i’ll break a yankees neck
if he show me disrespect
wanna start some stupid beef?
ima king, big kief
hey indigo child there is much for you to learn
with a loaded .45 as i watch yo house burn
that side of the street where my homie can’t go
walk past the crips house, blow yo self a new hole
talk about my momma boy
i don’t really give a f-ck
open up about my momma
and you boutta get f-cked
mc from m-c stay with the choppa tucked
it’s the 6p, lil problem reppin 3-2
do the dash in the whip, pullin up to yo school
white and green like starbucks, you a little poor hoe
off the train at samo
cause i’m flexed for the show, whoa
b-tches they talkin
the crowds they stay flockin
off-white i be rockin
yo homies they jockin
they jockin my style
i’ll conquer a wise -ss ‘fore he make a move
i do what i want i got nothing to prove
beggin yo momma that soon you will move
i got the addy ima pull up there too
who?
i know a lil b-tch all he do is “jp”
see me posted on yo block in an all white t
try to catfish me and get yo brains blown out
wanna talk mad sh-t and than you say “peace out”
make you rest in peace
when i c-ck my piece
all my n-gg-s finna eat like we threw a feast
like who little b-tch?
stay talkin sh-t, ooh
ima throw a fit, yea
backwoods gettin ripped, who?
fillin up my clip
gas tank on e
b-tch yo pockets empty
ima nice -ss fool but i’m misunderstood
ima always keep my cool; the fire under the hood
got the sites locked wit yo b-tch right in the middle
she was playin on my d-ck like it’s cat and the fiddle
mystery incorporated, but here is a riddle
who’s a goofy -ss n-gg- that look like chicken little?
who?
poppin the tag like you wanna be me?
don’t jack my sh-t like a shadow, you see?
look at yo b-tch while she lick on my d
poppin the xans like i wanna od
doing my thing for the crew, ooh
my homies keepin it true, ooh
i dont give a f-ck about you, ooh
stay out my way or you’ll lose, ooh
i don’t give a f-ck about you, ooh
stay out my way or you’ll lose, ooh
green be stackin up don’t got 40’s on my mind
60s only rollin’ when i get yo team in line
b-tches always actin like they makeup lookin fine
what a b-tch -ss lookin hoe you should watch out for my sign
you a broke b-tch
you don’t know sh-t
you a whole snitch
but i won’t trip
like what?
and you know where i’m comin from
like yuh
and you know where i’m comin from
my homies they chillin
and they stay the realest
i’m copping a million
now you on my hit list
gettin yo b-tch to f-ck wit me
that is just not the hottest fee
you know what’s up when you wit the p
rollin it up when i’m on my g
back to the main song, back to the theme
a $20 bill? you could never cop the green
spittin some wise cracks, than leavin me on seen
get back to yo clique and don’t f-ck wit my team
so you and all your boys need to take a seat and listen
i think it’s time for me to teach you fools a lesson
see me at the board and you should pay attention
what the f-ck you think got your -ss here in dentention?
light up all your bongs, better start rollin up that joint
needa sit yo -ss down, wait until i reach my point
i heard you been talkin and spittin that trash
that’s the main reason you’re not in my cl-ss
you and your boys need to come take a seat
hand you my ice you can’t handle this heat
i’m like a stove bout to heat up this pot
you couldn’t touch me cause i’m way too hot
lil b-tch
ooh
it’s prc$n n-gg- pay attention

- prcn lyrics

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