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no subliminals - safone lyrics

[verse 1 * m10]
it’s like i’m sick of all these feminine youts up in them videos
f*ck the subliminals, we’re out there doing physicals
aston region cah the neeks fam they really know
skinny jeans and big clip, don’t tell me who you’re drilling though
check the scoreboard, it’s ridiculous, how you feeling though?
i’m on gps so f*ck it, i’m kinda chilling though
ten years of spinning the deuce, it’s been a minute though
still gotta link my gran and get a grilling though
bet they hate the energy, i had to bring it home
got dons that love to sell, now they’re tryna sing along
saf’s been therе from the start, i had to get him on
everybody’s lying for thе gram and what your n*ggas on
two minds, will he wet or get that jimmy on?
whipped it out, n*gga told that b*tch “get that l!cky on”
love my little brudda, know slammy, he got that sivvy on
count the waves what’s in that pot, i ain’t even talking
f*ck that serving food, now i need a bigger portion
gang unit got probation n*gga, in the morning
f*ck that haze smoke, d*mn it’s got a n*gga coughing
cut the case and change up, fam i think we lost him
no excuse, you chose this life donny
f*ck that, we can get toasters
[verse 2 * safone]
i do the milly rock, make you do the milly roll
ten toes whenever these n*ggas see the billy goat
listen though, tryna see some super silly dough
taking it to heart so watch the wafting on the videos
this ain’t a cartoon n*gga, spin it slow
too much n*ggas saying “gang”, they ain’t in it though
bring the bad vibes, i’ll just k!ll it though
he said he had a heat in the beef, didn’t bring it though
i’m sick of buying draws, i still get ’em though
make sure i check the younger n*ggas that are getting dough
i tried to tell them n*ggas, they don’t get it though
been way over a year and i can’t let it go
telling n*ggas now, i can make you know
you’re due to get smoked tryna fake a roll
nah it’s no game, me and these n*ggas ain’t the same

[verse 3 * m10]
all these dons moving emotional
kept it sully n*gga from the jump and that’s the protocol
ever did a drill and you don’t think, you have to roll some more?
i was a g n*gga way back watching golden b*lls
no work experience, me and the fam we showed ’em all
bag for that dirty n*gga, fam we don’t roll the four
in the field knee high, f*ck that fam i’ll mow the lawn
d*ckheads switching sides, we don’t open dons with open arms
stepped out the gate, welcome with open arms
news spreads fast, little jigga you know it’s ours
stop lying little music boy, little d*ckhead
little d*ckhead fam, you know you are
play your position, bet your baby mama know the bars
take you to the dinger, yeah we’ll pull the don in corporate cars
sneaker class, pree the task, no more time n*gga on my audemars
n*ggas slap that, tat tat tat tat
my little n*ggas slap the other half
sit down, crank off, n*gga hold the laugh
long jeopardy, i used to listen when the olders talk
they want play my position and my dons play the other part
and my donnies play the other part
[verse 4 * safone]
it’s your turn n*gga, throw the ball
cah we got more and ready to throw them all
you ain’t on it, what you holding for?
my y.g. took a lesson how to load ’em all
show you how to blow the four
man just done two but gonna roll some more
sting you like a rose and th*rn
we’re sending n*ggas shops like we grow the corn
apparently the feds have got me posted in the gallery
heard that i’m a pr*ck but actually
ask them n*ggas what the reason is they’re mad at me
one one one gang, stop asking me
the energies cover me like a canopy
calm in the war, never panicky
we’re stepping out on the bikes like sons of anarchy

- safone lyrics

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