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haning with the killaz in the projects - the world lyrics

need me a bag so i hit me a l!ck
f*ck all these opps, their hoes all on my d*ck
sleep with my choppa, i give it a kiss
yeah, i’ve been on the block, these hoes know what it is
i be really with them k!llas, my n*gga
ranked up with the gang, had to smoke me a n*gga
riding with sleepy, he really a hitta
y’all flakes ain’t on sh*t, y’all boys sweet like vanilla
p*ssy ass n*ggas ain’t sh*t, real talk on gang, folks have a n*gga hit
i ain’t got no love
i ain’t shaking no hands
i ain’t tryna make friends
i’m just tryna make bands
i’m still the same n*gga from a year ago
i’m a legend in the hood, what you need to know
f*ck an opp, they get smoked like a backwood
f*ck their b*tch like a mothaf*ckin’ mack would
folks smokеd another flake in the mothеrland
now we smoking new packs, hope you understand
it’s money mack murder
take your ho like a burglar
i’m hanging with the k!llas in the projects
got a couple shorties on the block and the prospects
quick to catch a body just to rank up, get their bank up
i’ll break that five for the rest of my life
i’m married to the streets, i don’t need no wife, lil’ b*tch ass n*gga
hangin’ with the k!llas in the projects
f*ck the other side, you gettin’ wet up in the process
puttin’ weight up on your chest like a bench press
it really ain’t nothin’ when you ain’t got a conscience
f*ck a snitch, homie, we ain’t never talkin’ to cops
stop frontin’, only pr*noun you be using is opp
italiano don corleone got a couple of goons waiting to break your bones
f*ck your whole clique, now you in the danger zone
havin’ your dead homies call you back off a black phone
you on twitter, dawg, soundin’ obsessed
but you just jealous and upset while i be havin’ success
this black nine milli got rounds in excess
so if you sendin’ me threats you best be packin’ a vest
vaneone and dmize, we ain’t the ones you should test

- the world lyrics

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