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american gangster - youngbagchasers lyrics

[verse 1: eem stacks]
ay broski listen close cause this a message
the feds just tapped in on them phones, the reason ion’t text it
all these b*tches on my d*ck, if i lose one bro i can’t stress it
all my n*ggas told me i’m wylin cause i’m tryna put a seed in my ex b*tch
f*ck it i might move onto the next b*tch
i don’t scam, i break down bows, i can really show you the method
fell in love with switchy switchy, kick and punch, this b*tch like tekken
k done walked sh*t down, then he slid off and hit the next vic

[verse 2: mere pablo]
i started takin h*lla pills whеn i lost hondo
i keep takin all these drugs, let my mind go
i sit back and count up racks and timе go
you walk inside my traphouse and you’ll be mind blown
all these b*tches on my d*ck cause i get money now
you bulls gassed the joke but ain’t there nothin funny bout it
i love that 23, i think it’s just a jump about it
i might start get to bl!ckin i feel you move funny round me
i can’t tell you how many times we got the bull hit
i might dump the whole 33 shots, i’m on some bullsh*t
he got hit and he still talkin, he want more hits
50 shot, spin through many blocks and we caught more vics

[bridge: ybcdul]
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
and ion give a f*ck who you is, n*gga, i will disrespect you
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
buddy and the fro and the rizzy and the snipe
[verse 3: ybcdul]
you look in the sky, i bet you’ll probably see sidney
and roger still alive, he caught a couple to his kidney
mir dot in the air right now, that boy the new rizzy
he kept on tryn catch a body and then he finally did it
five n*ggas in one wheel and they all got switches
lil bro only sixteen, they labeled him a menace
i mix the codeine with the sprite, now i feel like the chemist
benji woulda died if the bullets woulda travelled [?]

[verse 4: eem stacks]
my glock a freak, she like to spit and f*ck n*ggas
and, she got ass and titties, fingerf*ck, she bust quicker
my glock the creep, like mary k, she touch n*ggas
that’s why i keep that lil b*tch by my side cause i can’t trust n*ggas

[verse 5: mere pablo]
and they left fro right on his couch and i still think he stuck n*gga
two shots, to his face, rizzy shoulda ducked quicker
and if we blitz your block from both ways you know you f*cked n*gga
and i can’t leave the house without my nina, cause she f*ck n*ggas

[verse 6: ybcdul]
i’m smokin ma right now, n*ggas know it’s f*ck the 8
them n*ggas spoke on joso, now they know just how it taste
yeezy caught them shots right out the switch, it made him harlem shake
i’m in the stu, smokin every opp, this sh*t got me baked
[outro: ybcdul]
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
they know i really diss the dead, yea that’s my f*ckin special
this song over wit

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