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official decor - surge (rapper) lyrics

(verse 1)
i’m ducked off
in this black sh*t
a where my gun
like a stud where my strap went
a keep it on you
for they say your name in past tense
this hood ain’t passive aggressive
they bout’ that action
she talked about by my name
and thought i wouldn’t find out
and now like everytime i see her
b*tch i’m blind now
was checking in with you
i went ahead and signed out
i cut you off
like you doing bad at try outs
aye
i pour my heart into that microphone
i really can’t miss
every chick a n*gga aimed for
i bet i did hit
still in the same hood
like a broke down car
only got about a inch
she been reaching for yards
i’m in thе stars
think i’m going too hard
i can’t break
n*ggas beefing on the low
sh*t i got some high stakеs
still cooking in this b*tch
it’s my season
never shared a plate
now you stressing what i’m eating
aye
hood love a n*gga
i ain’t worried about no other sh*t
used to hearing surge
now they never say my government
showed her good plumbing
now she blowing up my pipe
type a sh*t before i hit
i swear i got to think twice
(hook)
same ol’ n*gga
stuffing bread in my socks
grew up in the cold
but i go to stay hot
finally touched land
n*ggas praying i’m a flop
grew up at the bottom
ain’t no playing with my top
got ten solid toes
i’m a stand on
you losing grip
i’m a tell your ass to hang on
be getting fly
different women i could land on
i’m touching money
i keep saying that i’m hands on

(verse 2)
for francine
i go above and beyond
for shanel
i go above beyond
john dose already
know what we on
it’s mom and pops
got me going too strong
and annmarie
is why i’m making these songs
i know you hear me
you n*ggas kind of odd
probably think i’m talking fairly
they playing cat and mouse
ain’t no thomas or no jerry
used to dream about this sh*t
and living life like this
who would’ve thought
we living life like this
spending time like this
you n*ggas hating
how i shine like this
like every time you see me moving
got to check mates
any women that i meet
i still check base
they took away my astronaut
i’m getting less sp*ce
getting more bread
getting more cheese
made it out of
nose bleeds
i ain’t seeing 12
and you n*ggas like the police
slid and my flow
is like agua
used to eating noodles
now we made it to that pasta
(hook)
same ol’ n*gga
stuffing bread in my socks
grew up in the cold
but i go to stay hot
finally touched land
n*ggas praying i’m a flop
grew up at the bottom
ain’t no playing with my top
got ten solid toes
i’m a stand on
you losing grip
i’m a tell your ass to hang on
be getting fly
different women i could land on
i’m touching money
i keep saying that i’m hands on

- surge rapper lyrics

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