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tell nobody... #rushhour - wompnation lyrics

[intro]
you are now tuned in, to 9lives radio

[verse 1: emperor c]
yeah, yeah yeah
cut that b*tch off, she really ain’t feel like walkin’, don’t even take no walks
so much hate in my [?], man f*ck that sh*t my bro then k!lled himself
shawty a freak, a bop, a treesh, a thot, she finna sell her body
walk around with that (shhhh)
i ain’t no snitch i ain’t finna tell n0body
i finna spaz out, i rip the tags out, i get the pack out (yeah, yeah)
he thought he swagged out, took my whole swag now
i’m like his dad now (yeah!)
i got a good feelin about ’24, they put my lil b*tch on a set and fold
my brothers still steppin’ on chemicals, i put that sh*t on and it’s [?]
uh, yeah. f*ck all that sh*t let’s get em’ gone
out with my brothers (yeah, yeah)
that sh*t was set and stone
i’m wit the* (wompnation.)
that’s who they betting on

[verse 2: benibachi]
and no, i don’t like me them f*ck n*ggas (yeah)
swear we don’t get along
i like to start like i’m [?] until the mothaf*ckin’ rush hour
i can’t wait til we open and we slide wit the gang
you know i be pullin the bust out
[?]
roll the [?] up, in the sky like it’s madness
i be [?] up with chromosome, homie no [?]
i always thought you was gang, and you changed like a [?]
shawty gon’ slide with me like woah
3,2,1 let’s go, let’s go
they ain’t f*cking wit’ smoke
just like a chimney they my [?]
set some shots out to his dome
spin his flat, no [?]
[?] can’t sell my soul
[?] caress my soul
[verse 3: emperor c & benibachi]
i’m tryna run up in that rolls

[verse 4: emperor c]
i f*ck three girls in a row
yeah, call it tic*tac*toe
must be smokin’ on good crack
yeah you think i’m missin’ that hoe
finna tell you on homeboy, need to switch that smoke
b*tch i* b*tch i wish you would
pop out with the hood
only smokin’ good
you can get yo lil b*tch took

[verse 5: benibachi]
he might get his lil b*tch took
all these racks look like a book
put up points, devin book*
[?] i can’t look
prada chains, made you look
why is my b*tch [?]
k!ll that hoe 3 times, and i’mma [?]
plan to get racks, man this sh*t is a [?]
[?] the geek, but [?]
i keep trying this b*tch, i’m a mothaf*ckin’ pleaser
no we not playin’ around
stealin’ the swag, and the jacket, the style
i’m tryna wake up in burberry gowns
pop a [?], we f*ckin’ [?]
[chorus 1: emperor c]
cut that b*tch off, she really ain’t feel like walkin’, don’t even take no walks
so much hate in my [?], man f*ck that sh*t my bro then k!lled himself
shawty a freak, a bop, a treesh, a thot, she finna sell her body
walk around with that (shhhh) (you are now tuned in, to 9lives radio)
i ain’t no snitch i ain’t finna tell n0body

[outro: emperor c]
yeah
yeah
24
24, woah

- wompnation lyrics

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