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they took me away for a lil’ minute, the opps not outside
they know they time is tickin’
what you know ’bout my phone calls? 21 minutes a person
so i ain’t got time for dissin’
just came back
a lot of these n*ggas wanna rap, but which one of y’all is cl!ckin’?
f*ckin’ his hoe, i broke her back on the bros
tg that’s who i’m feelin’ like, glah
why you keep sayin’ my name? like boy you just got in the streets
oh you wanna hang wit’ the f’s? okay then you gotta hop in the v, glah
i’m tryna walk up, keep on cl!ckin’ as soon as i hop out on feet
n*ggas from brooklyn beef wit’ the bronx
like how did you hop in that beef?
look, we don’t got the same opps we can’t hang, ’cause i’m tryna bend thru’ the stuy
lil’ bro tryna add me a option to tote
same day so i came, that’s mine
i ain’t really tryna hit one of them lanes, i’m tryna hit one of them guys
i’m tryna stand over and give ’em that pain
like do you remember that time?
glah
for real, i don’t want beef wit’ the east
they come to the fort they hit all these innocents, they didn’t get back for the streets
kg, matt, n0body dissin’ ’em, they need to go get ’em some jeans
like get off our d*ck and if i was dirty, i’d probably be wantin’ to squeeze
and they better get out the way
and do not forget, if jamie ain’t throw up the hat he’d be here today
like glah
n*ggas say he an innocent
how you a innocent if you jack fnok?
and i’m in the ville and no i can’t post on the ave, look what happened to lay
and i’m tryna vibe wit’ a freak and shawty keep shakin’ her hips
we out to the bar let’s get us a drink, tryna give shorty a sip
i’m feelin’ these hoes, don’t like it classic
these hoes is takin’ the d*ck
and i’m on they side, don’t run, don’t trip, tryna stand over and cl!ck
and we outside for real, i hope n*ggas got they gleesh
can’t wait ’til we meet, hope n*ggas feelin’ the same when they run into me
and we still takin’ risks, i’ll put my life on the line when it come to the team
might slide on the 8’s, all them n*ggas see is cops, we don’t see none of the gz
free the n*ggas who matter
it’s lil’ freshy your name, just stick to that rappin’
like how you get beat up?
they know my body, i woulda up it and blasted
i can’t wait ’til they back, free all the guys, r.i.p them n*ggas in caskets
it’s forever the wooo, for boomer we boom

- rich nunu lyrics

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