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propa - puffy l'z lyrics

[intro]
stay paid (yeah man)
all of that (all of that)
awoolay
all of that (all of that)
puffy take no l’z n-gga (yeah man)
free capo out the cells (yeah man)
what i’m reppin
what i’m reppin
south-side
ano gang n-gga

[chorus]
men lie, women lie, but the numbers don’t
and n-ggas acting like they will, but i know they won’t
my young n-ggas, they bust triggers and touch figures
he acting froggy then jump n-gga, just jump n-gga (awoolay)
shoutout to my rastas
top mali, movin’ gully on the gaza
i’m saucy, money longer than the pasta
i’m bossy, the plug deals with me propa

[verse 1]
i tell the plug, deal with my propa
i’m the top mali moving gully on the gaza
awoolay
awoolay
i declare war my n-gga, who want to play?
cause back in the day, these girls used to diss me, now she in my dm asking “puffy do you miss me?”
“nah” but you can miss me with that sucker sh-t
i’m on some other sh-t, hunnid bands hunnid bricks (get it in)
and these n-ggas ain’t really in the streets
on the net they saying beef, when i see them they want peace
but guess what, i only eat halal meat, and in the kitchen i be water whipping, it’s high heat (so savage)
i ain’t no savage, but my youngings do damage
i got 3 hustles n-gga that’s a hat trick
and i can send them headshots like a fat chick
i said, send them headshots like a fat b-tch
yo, it’s ano gang i ain’t switching up
a couple n-ggas dissed, my n-ggas hit em up
and for my bros who ain’t here i’m gonna live it up
and since i’m getting a lil buzz, these b-tches want to give it up
i’m getting older, streets getting colder (colder)
ano told me to keep my head on my shoulders (ano gang)
i got a plan now, i need to stand out, these n-ggas got their hands out looking for a hand out
diss who? these n-ggas soft like tissue
diss me, then my n-ggas gon’ dismiss you
broad day, we used to trap in them hallways
halal way, or you can get it the haram way
you got treat the hate like it’s love, forreal
you got to treat the love like it’s hate, gang
real n-gga, man they can’t relate
and everybody’s real until you catch them n-ggas being fake

[hook]
men lie, women lie, but the numbers don’t
and n-ggas acting like they will, but i know they won’t
my young n-ggas, they bust triggers and touch figures
he acting froggy then jump n-gga, just jump n-gga (awoolay)
shoutout to my rastas
top mali, movin’ gully on the gaza
i’m saucy, money longer than the pasta
i’m bossy, the plug deals with me propa
(get it in)

- puffy lz lyrics

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