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2 cups 2pap - young pappy lyrics

we the realest n-ggas round here
portin live from the pole where its cold
if he ain’t from the pole where its cold dont come down here (f-ck?)just come round here get found here
another body turned another smile to a frown here (huh)
im gettin tired of this lifestyle, that 30 wit me
ain’t n0body trynna fight now applyin pressure
not a n-gga up in sight now up the pipe on em
make a goofy n-gga pipe down
that ice on me bling blow they be like wow
its time to turn up n-gga no mo mr nice guy
ion pop molly really but today i might try

they took my big brotha mensa im thinkin like why was it the money was it the cars was it the way he was stuntin was he flexin too hard was it the way he was finessin trynna stack his stars cause every time he see a n-gga 1 its some bar like pap you go harder too prove hard that yo father yo momma mom never knew my pop father was one of the only n-ggas cause he shoot too much driver so if u gone smoke for me i want u to poke for me on 2 for my big brotha 2 and man that n-gga had the juice they lookin at me like shoot im lookin at em like who the f-ck u think im finna do u think im finna stop now boy h-ll naw im gone blow cause he woulda did the same for me i do the same sh-t for bro i catch a op and imma score cause n-ggas know and b-tches know lets go and i walk through my city n-gga all i see is cryin everybody say they know me everybody lyin and ain’t no body made trappin everybody tryin and everybody poled up so everybody fine better get a gun when they say pbg them n-ggas they ain’t been for nun i keep it on me on my homie i ain’t finna run cause see lil man good -ss murder got the biggest gun so if a n-gga run up on me imma get em done my flow tighter than virgin bro trynna tell em imma make it the lookin like no lawyer im bleedin just like a trollo i ain’t talkin bout flo one of these rappin n-ggas is sweet im just feedin for mo shout out to the city the murder capital everybody know about (chi-raq) money hoes dough i can’t go without and they got the nerve to tell me im a motor mouth but all this sh-t i rap about my team and them gone go about sh-t im ballin hard till the day i get nothin and shout out to them hitters that be still thuggin on lawrence and n-gga i ain’t stoppin till the day im in a coffin and my shorties won’t get off me hoes up on me get em off me now and i could look in yo eyes nd tell u fake homie f-ckin his main b-tch thats supposed to be yo main homie it been them same ten year n-ggas that den changed on me boy u must been talkin to the jakes u actin strange homie where the trust at huh where the love at ill give up all of my money to get 2 cups back i need some dope i need some bud where its bud at the swimmin pool full of liquor where the flood at he first sinned and look at the camera and they go missin say n-ggas know he point his fingers like they gone remember i take wake up and gettin money right of my agenda just let bro know i remember that day in december too they took my big brotha 2 and man that n-gga had the juice they lookin at me like shoot im lookin at em like who the f-ck u think im finna do u think im finna stop now boy h-ll naw im gone blow cause he woulda did the same for me i do the same sh-t for bro i catch a deli and then score cause n-ggas know and b-tches know you gone remember for life

- young pappy lyrics

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