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address you - wild yella lyrics

riding solo with a pistol in the seat
but its in reach
red beam on the top ik this b-tch won’t miss a beat
n-gg- blowing up my phone talking in this k!ller tone
this n-gg- used to be my n-gg-
now my feelings gone
i let him stunt in front his people
ian really say to much
dont need n-body in my business when i spray this n-gg- up
bend a corner swing up on em ima make this n-gg- duck
we gone beef, when he sleep ima wake this n-gg- up
ima soldier, i stand over ya get right up in ya face
tryna run, ima slow you down & shoot you all up in yo waist
if you ain family, have my shootas posted up right where ya stay
if they ain told you ima tell you i’m that n-gg- that don’t play
i get my hoes to set ya up
either way you getting wet up
them n-gg-s you with ain gone do sh-t, they lil guns collecting dust
in other words you might accept you close to death n-gg- you f-cked
when you see me you betta bust & pray yo sh-t never jam up
its gone be a murder scene when i catch you n-gg-
no peace talk or nun of that
ima stretch you n-gg-
i hope ya body like you say i’m finna test you n-gg-
for talking sh-t like a n-gg- won’t address you n-gg-
its gone be a murder scene when i catch you n-gg-
no peace talk or nun of that
ima stretch you n-gg-
i hope ya body like you say
i’m finna test you n-gg-
for talking sh-t like a n-gg- won’t address you n-gg-
and ain no backing down or nun of that
since you so gangsta
& the partna you ride with
i’m dumping that until i spank you
betta open up yo ears & listen clear
yo life in danger
ima clear out yo whole block with this one glock & this one finger
best thang for you to do, get on ya knees & talk to god
how i’m coming with this rod you gone be scared to come out ya yard
these 40 glock bullets gone cut that -ss up like a sword
either leave ya house with a guest if not that stay out of dodge
i’m telling you lil boys you ion wanna see me acting up
b-tch i mean whatever i say & whatever i say i back it up
catch you slipping in traffic bussing, & make crash ya truck
run up on ya let ya have it so winfield can wrap ya up
you lil b-tches ain no game
that’s a bunch of lies to me
i make n-gg-s hide from me you boys don’t wanna collide with me
i sw-ng up in ya yard
come dumping from behind the tree
got some sh-t up in this trunk that’ll knock ya -ss off side the street
its gone be a murder scene when i catch you n-gg-
no peace talk or nun of that
ima stretch you n-gg-
i hope ya body like you say
i’m finna test you n-gg-
for talking sh-t like a n-gg- won’t address you n-gg-
its gone be a murder scene when i catch you n-gg-
no peace talk or nun of that
ima stretch you n-gg-
i hope ya body like you say
i’m finna test you n-gg-
for talking sh-t like a n-gg- won’t address you n-gg-
its gone be a murder scene when i catch you n-gg-
no peace talk or nun of that
ima stretch you n-gg-
i hope ya body like you say
i’m finna test you n-gg-
for talking sh-t like a n-gg- won’t address you n-gg-
its gone be a murder scene when i catch you n-gg-
no peace talk or nun of that
ima stretch you n-gg-
i hope ya body like you say
i’m finna test you n-gg-
for talking sh-t like a n-gg- won’t address you n-gg-

- wild yella lyrics

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