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snakes - semi homie lyrics

[intro]
(uh, uh, on the men) (double r)
(uh uh, uh uh, uh, hey juu) (turn me up juu)
(yo hustle)
(on the men)

[chorus]
i’m*i’m cruising through the city with another n*gga b*tch
n*gga bragging about sitting on twenty that’s it?
i ain’t answer my phone that sh*t made her sick
i can’t take him he got a see*through clip
i’m one of them snakes so i see through that snake sh*t
you one of them b*tches that just talk but can’t take d*ck
these n*ggas be scared as sh*t to come around me
i really be in my trenches you n*ggas ain’t tryna find me
i gotta slow down, i keep getting tipsy
shouldn’t be doing sh*t that ain’t law, this dumb b*tch bitter
[?] up off this perc’ i can’t mix with no liquor
had to tell her “hey boo, i ain’t nothing like your old n*gga”
i took a n*gga gun then i f*cked on his baby mother
really act on the net you would’ve thought that he did something
really tie up my boots they could vouch about this
i been asked around n*ggas vouched you a b*tch

[verse]
y’all be totally different n*ggas when y’all get locked up
i’m f*cking up totally different b*tches that got they [?] (on the men)
n*gga your big ass get active your songs probably sound better
these b*tches jhi threw me an oop i can’t wait to catch one (i can’t wait)
game backwards as sh*t got no money but dissing (how?)
them pounds cheap as sh*t why you only got five of ’em?
he slipped up, i shot his gun before him (sweet ass)
b*tches see me in public be like “that’s really him” (that’s really homie)
n*ggas see us in public and start to get nervous
bro dropped eleven he kyrie irving
the easiest way to get bagged is try to play with me
he told me that he got a drac’ on the market i said “lemme see”
i’m moving real swift, the law can’t catch me
just laid up with your b*tch when my slime b*tch text me
she like “get the f*ck up i got the n*gga you asked about”
she like “and he was purping he just pulled a hundred out”
i’m like “boo you better not f*ck this up, better do what i taught you”
“put that p*ssy on him if you got to leave that n*gga snoring” (do whatever you got to)
told her “text a hashtag to my phone that n*gga fall asleep”
heard a n*gga had ten i hopped out that coupe me and low on u street
[chorus]
i’m cruising through the city with another n*gga b*tch
n*gga bragging about sitting on twenty that’s it?
i ain’t answer my phone that sh*t made her sick (i ain’t answer my phone)
i can’t take him he got a see*through clip (how?)
i’m one of them snakes so i see through that snake sh*t
you one of them b*tches that just talk but can’t take d*ck
these n*ggas be scared as sh*t to come around me
i really be in my trenches you n*ggas ain’t tryna find me (facts)
i gotta slow down, i keep getting tipsy
shouldn’t be doing sh*t that ain’t law, this dumb b*tch bitter (dumbass b*tch)
[?] up off this perc’ i can’t mix with no liquor
had to tell her “hey boo, i ain’t nothing like your old n*gga”
i took a n*gga gun then i f*cked on his baby mother (sweet*ass n*gga)
really act on the net you would’ve thought that he did something
really tie up my boots they could vouch about this
i been asked around n*ggas vouched you a b*tch

- semi homie lyrics

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