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make a wish - ybn nahmir lyrics

[intro]
(jordan)

[verse 1]
i said, “f*ck it”, i grabbed the mac right off the dresser
looking for my victim, feeling paranoid ’cause the reaper calling
i could tell all he seen was black
when this five*double*o hit him from close range, i had him falling back
go with your move and you gon’ see
i’m still digging up all these hoes, my house starting to stink from my dead enemies
i take a sip and then i ride
ak*47 chop your mama into pieces, have you crying for weeks
they know i’m all about that 187
hit the lights at 3:00 and send them demons on n*ggas
ayy, without this pole, i spit straight facts
four hollow tips to that n*gga back
but i ain’t gon’ speak on that
n*ggas know we put them guns in the hood
beforе a n*gga had some money, fame, was chopping your hood
bеfore a n*gga had some money, i was knocking your b*tches
two glock 40s with a thirty, i was shooting that b*tch

[chorus]
everybody hide when we slide
i got some demons on my soul, there’s angels talking when i ride
don’t make them k!llers pop up and hit a n*gga’s sh*t
i be in that field, i be taking risks
ayy, i be in that field, i be taking sh*t
n*gga try to play with me, i’ma k!ll his kid
b*tch, you shouldn’t have f*cked with the bossest b*tch
all these chains on my neck, i wish a n*gga would
[verse 2]
pistol, ar, up in the maybach
n*gga flexing all that bread and i’ma take that
all my opps dead, i got ’em smacked off a paypal
n*ggas talking pounds, i got that bread on that cash app
a young n*gga, smooth like a n*gga should be
og, young n*gga but i’m stacking blue cheese
i wish they would try to play me like a kitchen cabinet
but whole time, they ain’t on sh*t
’cause when them .223s hit a young n*gga whip
he dead and you can not bring him back
put him in that casket, you got his mama sad
i ain’t no b*tch ’cause i’ma take that risk
i don’t f*ck with fns, i got glocks on my hip
i’ll have them shooters laying in your grass
it ain’t no whip that we don’t know
they get to running when i bounce out with that four*four
i hit that n*gga with this chopper in his d*mn nose
i know his big brother h*lla mad
then why you ain’t stand up on that business, n*gga?
these n*ggas really b*tches, swear to god, i can feel it
get that n*gga get back, you still gon’ get clapped
you say that one more time, b*tch, you still gon’ get clapped
they know i roll that n*gga every day up in the tree
two bands for a body, i’ma catch him in the streets
[chorus]
everybody hide when we slide
i got some demons on my soul, there’s angels talking when i ride
don’t make them k!llers pop up and hit a n*gga’s sh*t
i be in that field, i be taking risks
ayy, i be in that field, i be taking sh*t
n*gga try to play with me, i’ma k!ll his kid
b*tch, you shouldn’t have f*cked with the bossest b*tch
all these chains on my neck, i wish a n*gga would

- ybn nahmir lyrics

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