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medic - van buren records lyrics

saint lyor:
you can’t sit with us
all my n*ggas huddle up
looking at the opposition thinking when these n*ggas gon give it up
n*ggas talking like they made it already you ain’t even did enough
pull my sh*t out unprovoked she had hard time tryna pick it up
push a n*gga b*ttons
all that n*gga good for is a copout and a punchin
take her out the country
treat her like a pumpkin
all my n*ggas cousin homeinvader in cut he get to bussin
listen to the nerves in ya body homicide incoming
n*ggas so surprised they don’t even know what i’m becoming
look inside eyes yea already knew this sh*t was coming
stand 6 feet lil n*gga me and you we not in common
that’s how i’m feelin rn n*gga yea that’s my body (3x)

lord felix:
east side brockton
please be cautious
duck
they shooting at functions
i was in the dungeon
you can’t sit with us
you sparring with puppys
i’m in my zone
i am not home
white america think that i’m a suspect
the way that i shine
i make your chrome hearts, look like, it mall jewelry
rock tight jeans, but i get hype on a p*ssy n*gga
don’t you make a fool of me
way too real, i swear, this, industry do not know what they gon do with me
n*ggas talk down like i’m new to this
get sliced up like charcuterie
ride around town with o on me
when i’m down down bad man the henny gon hold me
jiles:
brand new ak and it got a kick back
me and ya b*tch we just at the kickback
ain’t no getting even boy we get back
minor setback for a major come back
they like jiles forced it why he do that
imma ignit n*gga thought you knew that
came up on a bag i already blew that
came up on a bag i already flip that
got this b*tch bragging that she f*cked me
if we being honest b*tch got lucky
can’t trust a bozo i don’t f*ck with clowns
can’t trust a n*gga who gone runs his mouth

andrew regis:
k!lling the snake and the birds
an animal he*rs*, you doing the same thang
couple of doubts in a spouse, she running her mouth, she sucking the gang gang
yea, i’m stashing the wave, in my dna
i’m making the blood sing
i hop in the v, without all the keys, i’m jacking the whip in a bike lane
my energy is solar, hotter than pensacola hold up
i got my sense in order, y’all leaving a certain odor hold up
feel like a supernova, stretching the sp*ce and time when stars a line
let god up on ya, imma let god upon ya
meech bold:
n*ggas done slept on my last sh*t
i’m going batsh*t
eating my plantains
n*gga be moving so basic
i put that sh*t on my watch
and my main thang
i kept my anger in silence
now we got biden, hoping the mood change
me and the homies are wilding
now we gon’ riot
changing the whole game
i put vb on my back mane
n*ggas want verses, i tax man
weed turned a n*gga to max payne
i heard yo sh*t in a trash can
now we got ki
and he feed us beats
i feel like a dog
who been off the leash
i came to compete
i’m taking y’all seats
you get it capeesh?
y’all peeped all my feats
i’m under 6 feet
i win in my sleep
and i stand amongst sheep
i’m grinding my t**th
you close to the team
who do you be ?
no f*cking with sheed
no f*cking with meec
you ain’t in our league
i’m planting my seeds
i want all the cheese
i’m peeping y’all body
y’all weak in the knees
swv
swv
swv

- van buren records lyrics

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