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slugger - tdk t-ẞeezle lyrics

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[intrx]
let me tell y’all n*ggas a lil
let me tell y’all n*ggas a lil gangsta story real quick
oh*oh, oh, whoa
oh*oh, oh, oh
oh*oh, oh, whoa

[hxxk]
f*ckin wit dem jakes, we put you six feet under
40 be my shorty, when i up it i’ma dump her
dat n*gga ain’t no shooter, he just keep dat b*tch for comfort
cuz when we got to shootin he was duckin under cover
he said he was from louisville, he ain’t dat type of slugger
i’m da type of n*gga to shoot yo kuz, and f*ck yo mother
blood don’t mean sh*t, cuz if i love you, you my brother
kuzzo, tell deez n*ggas how we put a n*gga under
[verse, me, trezy, ]
i’ma let you go first
and i’ma go last, cuz i’m like dat
n*ggas really wonder how da f*ck i’m spittin so fast
like he had to write dat
i remember me and kuz beat a n*gga out his j’s
and he didn’t fight back
n*gga said that i could never f*ck his b*tch
and he came home to my nut on her nightcap
but chill, i’m from the r*o*c, where all my n*ggas slugga
lightning fast i hit dat n*gga, dis sh*t sound like thunda
585, i call dat number, bro gon put you under
or call up trel, he raising h*ll, my kuz, he quick to stomp ya
enough wit da politicking
don’t you run up on him, he might get to cl!ckin
n*gga, watch how i stand when i stand on business
call ace for da chase, he a true menace
try my best not to die or to catch a sentence
ain’t no way you could try, ain’t no second chances
after years that go by, you start reminiscin
how you never could find what you truly missin
i feel pain when i hear my own inner thoughts
too much war in my head, i can’t win at all
it’s just fight, after fight, after fight, after fight, i don’t think i can move on
my brody ain’t from louisville, but my n*gga a slugger
bullets nicknamed mom and dad, the way they love to hug ya
and you know i got it tucked, bruh
b*tch i’m from the r*o*c, it’s either knuckle up or buck up
and if you ain’t on sh*t, den p*ssy n*gga, shut the f*ck up
walkin wit da green in my pockets
.40 on me, issa bean on my rocket
make a p*ssy n*gga scream when i c*ck it
she know that i’m a f*ck fiend, uh, uh
[hxxk]
f*ckin wit dem jakes, we put you six feet under
40 be my shorty, when i up it i’ma dump her
dat n*gga ain’t no shooter, he just keep dat b*tch for comfort
cuz when we got to shootin he was duckin under cover
he said he was from louisville, he ain’t dat type of slugger
i’m da type of n*gga to shoot yo kuz, and f*ck yo mother
blood don’t mean sh*t, cuz if i love you, you my brother
kuzzo, tell deez n*ggas how we put a n*gga under

[xutrx]
lesgx!

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