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unforgivable - young slo-be lyrics

[intro: young slo*be]
(brrt, stick ’em, ha*ha*ha)
turn me up, though, n*gga
you gonna feel me, n*gga
n*ggas gon’ respect this sh*t, though
on 2, on 2*1, n*gga
on 2, on 2*1, n*gga
n*gga come around me, on 2*1, we got the block hot
you ain’t never pop your, pop it, on my mama, you is not god

[verse 1: young slo*be]
if you 2*1, you better get on the 5
f*ck it and get on the fly
ooh*wee, catch fifty shots if they mess with mine
call it a headshot, but he still alive
b*tch, i ain’t got the time
to argue with you ’bout your cousin, ho
beat that n*gga up
i can tell you one thing, lil’ mama, i beat that p*ssy up
have that p*ssy loose off these tricks, i wasn’t tryna f*ck
run it in, wisconsin, i know you ’bout your bucks
ayy, ayy, b*tch, her n*gga everything
’cause my n*gga fightin’ cases, they ain’t sad a thing
either way, you in the box, n*gga, ain’t nothin’ changеd
lil’ n*gga, you tryna box, you ain’t got a thing?
[chorus: young slo*be & drakeo the ruler]
shooting guard like i’m sprewell
thеse ain’t bullets, cuddy, these are k sh*lls
ayy, ayy, on the block with it, i don’t need help
ooh*wee, b*tch, you know i’m to the neck, n*gga
we lash n*ggas, soul*strip him tryna flex, n*gga
man down, last dude was the next n*gga (we know the truth)
ooh*wee, should’ve wore a helmet, f*ck a vest, n*gga
ayy, i’m so southeast

[verse 2: drakeo the ruler]
pump*faked him with the k, he thought he had a mouthpiece
blam blam, man down, some sh*t i went to trial for
my opps be on twitter ’cause they scared to come outside
street sweep, meet meet, this draco make the crowd run
the outcome, buddy chalk somethin’, they need pallbearers
thirty*four shots, paul pierce, pick your jaw up
no trace, arkansas plates, made his car run
forty ounce bounce, make it shake like a p*rno
b*tch, don’t ever try to throw the flag when we in war mode
pizza party, b*tch, this ain’t delivery, this digiorno
burnt a n*gga, all these ernie n*ggas, we need elmo
the candy camera, watch your friends and family, man, who really love you?
who you really trustin’? them pills got you buggin’
head and shoulders, talkin’ guns and roses, foreigns with pirellis
tonka trucks and police, you better notice
but long mouths get you elbows
how you knew? told you (the ruler)

- young slo be lyrics

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