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looking shife - psc lyrics

[chorus: ak]
these n-ggas looking shife, so i shife back
these n-ggas looking shife, so i shife back
these n-ggas looking shife, so i shife back
ain’t no wittness for these b-tches, get your life jacked

[verse 1: ak]
the p-ssy seen down south, it’s always ridiculous
especially when a grown man is acting like a little b-tch
mean muggin like he had a bag, taste the l!ckerish
staring at me like he ain’t know, sware i’m going in this
wait till we leave the club, hit him in the parking lot
pop the trunk, grab them bags, 90 in the speakerbox
[?] hat low, and i’m bout to [?] block
i be dambed if i miss him when i spit these 50 shots
he probably thought he bucking, that’s a f-ckboy
like the girl fight song, [?]
watch out, [?] like a heart, open your chest up
[?]

[verse 2: mac boney]
i’m ready n-gga, slip and slide just like a lizard
i’m on that liquor on the block, grab the missile, stretch it like a cl-ssic pistol
you don’t want me on your back, like one of them luie bags
you better see me before i see you, if not imma do your -ss
i’m ruger bad, banging b-tches’ brains like a drum pad
i’m loaded bad, [?]
i tag your -ss, all that muggin, we gon get your partners dragged
don’t [?], get up on that -ss, [?]
[?] for the children’s sake
but act fake, and imma show you why they call me gutter k
i’m chopper right, all that gangsta sh-t fit my apat-te
i like to fight, and i do your -ss right here on monday night

[verse 3: c.rod]
i see you muggin, but i’m thuggin, got my bands up so it’s “f-ck it”
me and cousins looking for it, sippin yak and smoking [?]
in the cut with my goons, wish a p-ssy n-gga would
you shoot first, but i’m for real about this gangsta sh-t
[?] since a young [?]
you don’t wanna f-ck with this, [?]
red beam right between your eyes, take you out the game
put a fake n-gga out, i ain’t lying
keep that hating to yourself, imma ball forever pimpin
you gon see me when you go, balling hard as ever, b-tch
on my waist i got some sh-t that’ll make a p-ssy n-gga p-ss
on himself, all because he ugly, now he’s in a ditch

[verse 4: big kuntry king]
it’s paper over p-ssy, boy, paper over p-ssy, boy
pop, i’m droppin on you suckers cause you p-ssy, boy
[?]
i know you wanna ball, but you looking like a drag
you better off [?]
what type of n-gga is you?
in the streets, you have no clue
now you looking at me confused
[?]
that’ll be cool
set your face on fire, burn you like an electric wire
n-gga now everybody’s looking at you, the same way you tryna
while you’re looking ugly, imma do this song
[?]
if i think you might be a threat to my [?]
trust me, [?] pay the price to have you hung out the drive
[?]

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