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sk - sob lyrics

[intro]
(reuel stop playing with these n*ggas)

[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n*gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p*ssy up and keep on f*cking ’til the bed break
your n*gga paperwork look like a essay (n*gga)
i’m the boss around this b*tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d*mn drake
i know n*ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t

[verse 1: slimmy b]
young dog was moving too fast and caught a fed case
police still k!lling n*ggas that’s a d*mn shame
really in the trenches with them wolves and them d*mn apes
catch a sucka, i ain’t got no mask hit ‘еm bare face
lipped out on a p*ssy n*gga madе his legs shake
i can’t f*ck with certain n*ggas, they too d*mn fake
my n*gga poppin’ pills like he got a headache
crest n*gga we ain’t f*cking with no d*mn snakes
i wish my n*gga was alive n*gga rip tu
my young n*gga keep that fire and the bip too
this 43 a gen 5 not no gen 2
throw a stick up on the 9 and a switch too n*gga
[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n*gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p*ssy up and keep on f*cking ’til the bed break
your n*gga paperwork look like a essay (n*gga)
i’m the boss around this b*tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d*mn drake
i know n*ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t

[verse 2: daboii]
young wild n*gga, b*tch i’m turnt up
pay attention when i talk, you will learn somethin’
lying saying that that p*ssy mine, you got the nerve woman
how the f*ck you trapping out that p and you ain’t served nothing
i’ll pull up to the neck n*gga no gang
bro pull up to the p*wn shop with yo’ chain
put a bullet in his whip, give him road rage
my brother want them n*ggas dead, i told him okay
and we can play it how you want, let’s get it popping n*gga
don’t make me catch an attitude and get to popping n*ggas
you look at the tab, me? i just buy it, we be shopping different
i got my toes out for today but i’ll still sock a n*gga
i don’t care who n*ggas with, i got a hundred sh*lls
i’m still outside i never left, no i don’t tuck a tail
i put them fortunes in the whip ’cause i don’t f*ck with 12
heard y’all be f*cking with them people, boy ya’ll something else
b*tch
[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a drum on the sk (n*gga)
send them bullets to his chest ’til his chest break
jam him in that dome with that glock make his dreads shake
beat the p*ssy up and keep on f*cking ’til the bed break
your n*gga paperwork look like a essay (n*gga)
i’m the boss around this b*tch call me jefe
slide through i’ma act a foo with that d*mn drake
i know n*ggas might switch up but them bands ain’t (bands ain’t)

- sob lyrics

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