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snake - sutalii lyrics

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[intro]
(jk*jk*jkl)
skrrt*skrrt
yeah!
(sutalli!)

[verse 1]
open times, yes this ain’t an open verse
i won’t be saying what we rehe*rs*d
shooting hoops and doing tricks in a he*rs*
this sk!ll ain’t no ordinary curse
back in my day they used to call me snake
i played ball like it was a piece of cake
money schemes, don’t call me now, ok?
striking 4’s and 2’s and they don’t say wow
when i talk about the past i don’t seem very happy
cause the things i used to do would’ve made you all feel cr*ppy
almost died to the wound, them n*ggas tried to tap me
i was a mixеd race, they said i couldn’t keep up with the pacе
my salary was skyrocketing like it was in a race
it was all ok till the gun was all up in ma’ face
they wanted to know, but they couldn’t take the taste

[chorus]
used to drive my car, that sh*t wasn’t a rarri’
they though i was rich, i ain’t have the ferrari
grew up in the hood, can’t say it was sum’ nice
i got my sh*t handled and loaded off the spice
it was all ok till the gun was all up in ma’ face
they wanted to know, but they couldn’t take the taste
[verse 2]
they say i have the driest bars, i don’t got the juice
i didn’t know that sh*t but guess that sh*t was true
they don’t like me but them n*ggas always stay tuned
i wouldn’t spark my n*ggas, i would’ve got them pruned
them n*ggas won’t look back, they be using autotune
they say i became a joke and i became a meme
the only funny thing was them n*ggas broke and lean
this thing ain’t your life it’s nothing but my story
i ain’t a gangster b*tch lil n*gga i’m a man
sorry for that it’s all part of the plan
don’t get loud boy a n*gga getting rude

[pre*chorus]
i ain’t rolling wit’ that drip, n*gga
making hits after hits, n*gga
counting money figures, n*gga
that’s how the game go, n*gga

[chorus]
used to drive my car, that sh*t wasn’t a rarri’
they though i was rich, i ain’t have the ferrari
grew up in the hood, can’t say it was sum’ nice
i got my sh*t handled and loaded off the spice
it was all ok till the gun was all up in ma’ face
they wanted to know, but they couldn’t take the taste
[outro]

get them n*ggas
(brrrah)
(boom*boom*boom)

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