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messiah - ssg splurge lyrics

[intro]
hey get in here, teejmadeit
uh
mom, teej is on the computer again
double s*g

[verse]
what tha f*ck they charging 50 for? (why?)
why he loaded up the sprinter bus? (why?)
gang piece with the emerald cut (d*mn)
flip it, whip it, get it tinted up (tinted up)
broke it down, i tried to bend her up (bend it)
showed me love, i tried to send her plus
rake’s all in the centerfold (centerfold)
pull it out and get yo k!ller touched

coupe sticky, he got peanut b*tter (peanut b*tter)
text my hoe and said “we need each other”
fan the opp’s if we see each other (seen em)
i don’t love her i just sleep with her (sleep with her)
i’m a k!ller (?)
my uncle cook up a eagle (eagle)
my white hoe listen to beatles (beatles)
my weird hoe collect beetles (uh)

been with that gang since a fetus (fetus)
that ain’t no h*llcat, baby that’s a demon (slide)
hop on the tracks with my brother that’s a feature (feature)
he try to run, we gon’ chase ’em like cheetah (a cheetah)
i mean, i ran it up
we thuggin’ raw we not bandless (bandless)
i paint his body like a canvas (canvas)
she was too light make her tan it up (tan it up)
walk in this b*tch with my jewels out (jewels)
walk in this b*tch with my tool tucked (tool tucked)
f*ck around and shoot straight to houston (houston)
i’m in the (?) with my scooter (scoot)
you know i be with my (?)
we hit the streets like the woods (woods)
i made that hoe run my ones (run it up)
i told my shooters they good

i thought n*ggas was on my head but they gone need some bread for it
i got n*ggas walkin’ down in bread 1’s they shoot air jordans
oh i heard they ain’t got a plug on heroin, well watch us import it
with that jump shot i be airborne until a n*gga leg torn
we make sure you get to actually shoot yo sh*t like we play horse on ’em
hop out, i don’t play, ima shoot this k till i lose this voice on ’em
plug say he got a play we might take ’em down in a ghost, rolls royce on ’em
f*ck around shoot that b*tch broad day, you scared? then you need to patch that torch homie

some of these n*ggas ain’t died that mean they good at hidin’
my album drop in july whole march and april i’m slidin’
i ain’t even got no batman cause i was robin i probably would rob ’em
i ain’t even try to get her excited, i made her slobber, she using saliva
come to the house boy, we got crack in the walls and it look like spiders
i don’t even need no weed, just gimme a perc, so high i can’t fight it
i don’t even really like beef cause all my songs might get me indicted
30 clip bigger than me, when i walk in these streets i can’t even hide it
she on perc, she on molly take that b*tch too (?)
catch yo man’s, he not guan but oh my he’s on fire
said he got l!cks for all them bands, but oh my he’s a liar
i’m from the trenches but somehow i turned to a f*ckin messiah

teejmadeit

- ssg splurge lyrics

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