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ng shxt - skeezng lyrics

verse 1:
to keep it 1hunnit i really be cutting dis blood on my feet show them lames how i’m b-mmin’! aye
iont f-ck wit you rapping n-gg-s y’all ain’t stamped forreal
straight bluffing…wait
y’all ain’t never had a onion…
broski dropped da work in da pot like dey dumplings.! (we eating!)
talk like u eating we gone catch em lunching..
.like give dat sh-t up
b-tch u leaving wit nuffin! (natta!)
youngin wit da bag mix da zaras in wit da rafs…
dont leave da crib without da strap…
u run up on me den dats yo -ss!bldddaaaaa
won’t show no pity 4 suckas!
if you ain’t wit ng you gone suffer…
all these chains gotta whole bunch of colors
try to take em i’ll blac like i’m youngsta
yea daygotti on go like diego…when it come to cielo..
.b-tch i look my name can be pedro…yrn got me feeling like quavo…
went from top ramen to da alfredo..
.now all da thotties gone do as i say so…
b-tches be choosing putting they hands out so a youngin gone shoot in they face like i’m draco
swish!
b-tches be tryn get a kiss
but i’m right in dem waters i swim like a fish fax!
n-gg-s be tryn get a pic..just to put it on da gram like dey part of da clique! fax!
old heads tryn get a deal n-gg-s ain’t even lit but they tryn make a wish…sh-ttttttt
really doubt they can put out my flame at the top of my game they said skeez what it is! yea yakno
i need my money pr-nto pr-nto if you owe me n-gg- i’m not joking
& broski guapo giving out combos that sh-t split ya homie face wide open…
shawty ain’t have no rap for me…
den i start rapping dat sh-t got her legs spreading wide open
i created a masterpiece hit from da back now she walking around wit her sh-t poking…
i hadda kick thotty out give her bus tokens
fan seen me in person now she soaking…
tryna rip off my shirt like i’m hulk hogan
but she gotta get lost if she ain’t blowing _______
skeez never be lacking b cause we toting…
if you run up on me n-gg- i’m scoping
couple hits of da loud got ya guy focused…
swear i’m up on a cloud n-gg- i’m floating…
broski stacking up da styrofoam cups…
but he never lacking cause he poled up…
rule number 1, don’t give ya homie up & rule number 2, don’t fold up…
you gotta pearl da stout when u roll it up
so dat b-tch can hit u like a tow truck…
don’t say i ain’t turnt cause u don’t know my struggle..
i’ll rob you blind & den rob ya brova…
like give dat sh-t up cannon!
da hottest youngin & i stamped it…
bandanna on like i’m from camden…
on some g sh-t hit ya chick on camera…
da choppers sing no saprano
in da field feeling like rambo
i need a bape hoodie wit da camo
so i can flex n sh-t for da gram do…
223 go thru da bando…if u come up short like a gram from it… dis sh-t real life i ain’t playing cousin…
you better pay dat man if u owe em something…
but if i owe u sum better smell dat smoke…
yea ik some n-gg- moving percs n c-ke
balling out in florida like nakim stokes
like dey whip it up until dey wrist broke ugh…
like gimme dat.. throw it in da bag..
i can see dey faces all dem n-gg-s mad…
tuck da work in da bubble jacket gotta double knot it in da sandwich bag…
switch da flow den i do my dance…
run it up like da running man…
ride for my guys til a n-gg- crash..so i’m strapping up like da taliban…

- skeezng lyrics

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