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fake ass rapper from oakwood - young gemni lyrics

{hook 1}
lil boy keep talking im ready to murk a n*gga
we gonna let him keep running until we hurt the n*gga
he think im a b*tch i’m spamming the trigger
he a fake ass rapper the way the bullets hit him he turn to a f*ggit ass singer

{verse 1}
pull up to my enemies got them scared like meek mill
spitting on my opps they like curtis chill
got him laying on the ground like he trynna chill
standing over the body like how these bullets fell
got shawty wet her p*ssy smell like a seal
if we spin wе coming to k!ll hit him in the head thesе bullets drill
got him swallowing the bullet like a pill
he talking like he really k!ll my pockets feel like uncle phil

f*ck n*gga don’t be come outside cuz we sprying sh*t
don’t run up p*ssy cuz you will get hit
b*tch i’m gemni b*tch im wit da sh*t
keep talking p*ssy you end up missing have yo mama throw a fit

i’ve been getting bands this sh*t ain’t new to me
i’ve been carring that heat on me like 23
im the king n*gga you below me
you said you gonna k!ll me n*gga come and show me
bullets flying in the air like a frisbee
my chain heavy like the chain gang
i was raise with violence this is me i ain’t trynna hide it
they want me to smile i told em when my opps die that’s the only time i’m excited
got a bad b*tch she rolling exotic feel like jaden yungen 23 island
all 3s perfect timing
got big rocks the diamonds shing
get that paper out my face i ain’t sign
the way how these bullets hit him got his mama crying

yo mama dead n*gga get that sh*t out yo head
what you gonna do ill say that sh*t again dj run that sh*t back
“yo mama dead n*gga get that sh*t out yo head”
like i thought lil n*gga now get that b*tch out yo head

{hook 2}
lil boy keep talking i’m ready to murk a n*gga
we gonna let him keep running until we hurt the n*gga
he think im a b*tch i’m spamming the trigger
he a fake ass rapper the way the bullets hit him he turn to a f*ggit ass singer
{verse 2}
i’m on the top who gonna knock me down were the challenge at
n*gga talking tuff wait till i come back imma run stump threw yo trap
and my army gonna march threw yo trap beefing with me better have yo glock on yo lap
p*ssy betta stay strap imma a k!lla put these bullets threw yo hat
these n*ggas hang on my d*ck get the f*ck off my sack
aye were they at
aye aye were they at
drinking that monster bring that energy back i’m the one making the plays i’m the quarterback
i’m throwing bullets betta throw some back
you better shack some cause im getting disrespectful in this track
hit him in the stomach bullet go threw his back
shoot him in the head listen to his skull crack
dissing my opps i bet this there sisters favorite track
you come home and see me blowing out yo sister back
while yo mama recording and yo dad in the back counting racks
just to look rich i use to sell crack made him glitch i created a hack
his mom and grandma dead i guess we created a pac
his mom and grandma dead i guess we created a pac
his mom and grandma dead i guess we created a pac

{hook 3}
lil boy keep talking im ready to murk a n*gga
we gonna let him keep running until we hurt the n*gga
he think im a b*tch i’m spamming the trigger
he a fake ass rapper the way the bullets hit him he turn to a f*ggit ass singer

lil boy keep talking im ready to murk a n*gga
we gonna let him keep running until we hurt the n*gga
he think im a b*tch i’m spamming the trigger
he a fake ass rapper the way the

lil boy keep talking im ready to murk a n*gga
we gonna let him keep running until we hurt the n*gga
he think im a b*tch i’m spamming the trigger
he a fake ass rapper the way the bullets hit him he turn to a f*ggit ass singer

- young gemni lyrics

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