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cherish that man - yungplush lyrics

(hook)
keep a gun tucked for the big trip
no running back when i shiv that kid
n*ggas get scammed when they cuffing a b*tch
bullets departing then aim for that b*tch
loading my chop and i shoot like im mitch
empty my mag i need hollow tips
gun to his head and he better not flinch
f*ck what you jacking and f*ck your whole clique

(verse 1)
down on the street put blood on his sh*t
just caught her lacking say bye to your sis
just put her down say bye to that b*tch
me and my bl**dys put red dots to his head
talk on 4th ave stuff you up with some led
knives in my couch middle finger to the feds
cherish his death take him off of the meds
men get stabbеd and get laid in a funeral bed

and im riding dirty through brooklyn
and i got knifе in my jeans
pull up on yo street its his murder scene
ain’t noone touching me when i dip dip twist and nank him
i got my bloods and my crips k!lling coppers
im getting my shiv upgraded for the hoppas
back in the town and we monsters
get to my cash like a mobster

(verse 2)
if she acting crazy then im fixing to shank her
i’m getting more cruddy then a banker
and if you have a problem then we can go meet up
i got a german plug and i always i call him danker
if you lucky enough to survive in the streets then run to your mami and go ahead and thank her
cuz her son gonna die in my hands and this b*tch lost her man
now she gotta go praise him
all of these boys are k!lling for some
all of you boys are k!lling for fun
all of you boys or your wife’s get k!lled
you gonna get dropped and its real
how many b*tches i got i don’t know
how many moms done cried we don’t know
how many boys grew older and decided to go
by keeping a 4

and alot of these b*tches stay jealous
im just trying say these n*ggas pathetic
you say you gonna k!ll but ain’t gonna do sh*t
keep a big shank in my jeans
and were making him dance like billie jean
you running and testing this sh*t with me
im making you bleed
and the feds call my phone and say yo plush stop all the running we got you (falayo)
(hook)
keep a gun tucked for the big trip
no running back when i shiv that kid
n*ggas get scammed when they cuffing a b*tch
bullets departing then aim for that b*tch
loading my chop and i shoot like im mitch
empty my mag i need hollow tips
gun to his head and he better not flinch
f*ck what you jacking and f*ck your whole clique

- yungplush lyrics

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