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bad look - semihomie lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, gotta count this sh*t out)
(uh)
([?])
(aye homie)
(yo hustle)

[verse]
n*gga flashin’ that ten that sh*t light
b*tch i pop this perc’ we be f*ckin’ all night
you keep ridin’ in them ubers i’ma flush you at the light
b*tch f*ck in the city we keep bangin’ her p*ssy tight
my face card hot so i keep that glizzy with me
i’m in this coupe ’bout to hit out this [?]
[?] back door somethin’ i hit at that b*tch
she done reached for my gun had to tell her ’bout herself
these n*ggas ain’t solid they snitchin’ on they self
this big*ass gun keep poppin’ out my gucci belt
goin’ outside n*gga what you need some help?
you still don’t bag n*gga f*ck you need a lift?
broke*ass opps they be stroffin’ in they lyfts
better think with your brain before you usе your lips
my b*tch just told me i got community d*ck
i told her she keep complainin’ i’ma buy hеr friend
i speak for my trenches we havin’
we ain’t gettin’ bagged we the ones that baggin’
these n*ggas got iron but we [?] took
free [?] bro got a n*gga stash [?]
free [?] bro fresh out the hole with that knife
the opps really b*tches we beefin’ with dyk*s
catch these n*ggas in public they quieter than mice
n*gga go drop your mask if you in your feelings
just told my b*tch ain’t no money in her feelings
[?] on my d*ck they say “y’all promote the k!lling”
half of these n*ggas downfalls be that p*ssy
he tryna spin hit two times he a rookie
i need 200 dubs you wan’ book me
i told that b*tch “bring your friends” [?]
i’m really him b*tch you know you really l*st me
this fit 1k it’s a fine if you touch it
n*gga you ain’t even enough if i k!ll you can’t talk to me
broke*ass n*gga with that broke*ass [?]
free [?] bro could really show you how it cook
[?] in the coupe they behind me they gettin’ cooked
i dropped my perc’ on the ground n*gga watch your foot
i pearl on this sh*t n*gga you better watch how you look
you n*ggas be d*ckriders it really be a bad look
uh, that sh*t sad
‘fore you speak on this sh*t n*gga drop your mask
and this b*tch i wanna hustle we makin’ them bangers
i don’t be seein’ these b*tches they be tellin’ me i’m actin’ famous
yeah i get a hood pass my hood really dangerous
b*tch just tryna f*ck she don’t even know her worth
d*mn near all these b*tches will f*ck for [?]
[?] you think really solid be snitchin’ the first
bro be servin’ that crunch that sh*t boom on the first
used to stay in them rentals was ridin’ with work
used to ride with that m&p now i keep that glock
you callin’ my phone with your problems you gettin’ blocked
you callin’ my phone ’bout drops now we talkin’ business
give a b*tch a back door now we gettin’ to the business
these n*ggas be funny they be screamin’ like some b*tches
ho you get on my bad side you better keep your distance
you ain’t on sh*t you a [?] to them b*tches
[outro]
uh, [?] to them b*tches
uh, got them on the business
i keep my glock i’m in the trenches
uh, uh, these n*ggas a gospel to them b*tches
uh uh, uh, these n*ggas ain’t playin’ with ’em switches

- semihomie lyrics

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