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lirik lagu 03 greedo - went left

[part i]

[intro: 03 greedo]
mmm
i ain’t mean to make you sad
(h~lluva made this beat, baby)

[chorus: 03 greedo]
i ain’t mean to make you sad
but i can be yo’ baby dad
i ain’t mean to make you sad
i ain’t mean to make you sad
i can be yo’ baby dad
i ain’t mean to make you sad
be, be ’bout me
nah, for real
you know how it feel
you know how it deal
all my n~ggas, they gon’ k!ll

[post~chorus: 03 greedo]
only hit yo’ phone when i need that (for real)
please, don’t tell me nothin’, ain’t no feedback
only hit yo’ phone when i need that (yeah)
please, don’t tell me nothin’, ain’t no feedback
[verse: 03 greedo]
never sendin’ me her lo’ when she get back at home
that’s how a real n~gga know that she don’t live alone
and i don’t even understand the sh~t she goin’ through
but the sh~t went left, he went through her phone (f~ck the fire, we got grease)

[part ii]

[intro: 03 greedo]
f~ck with my children
(southside sh~t)

[verse 1: g herbo & 03 greedo]
ayy
we’ll make your block hot, chop blow torpedo (yeah, yeah~yeah)
catch a body, seven shots, make it even, throw three more (yeah, yeah~yeah~yeah)
i’m a k!ller and he know
that’s on rock, on vedo (yeah~yeah)
pull up watts with greedo
i guap rapido (yeah, yeah~yeah~yeah)
rapido, real fast, i get cash (mmm)
ayy, any state, send a bag, get on yo’ ass, ayy (mmm, p~ssy)
drench, drench, empty mags, make your hood sad (mmm)
n~ggas snitch on interviews, i ain’t doin’ vlad (mmm)

[verse 2: 03 greedo & g herbo]
drop a bag, get up chip, why they call you cheeto (yeah)
drop the big heads, i’ll get rid of some people (yeah~yeah, yeah~yeah)
in the jail, i’m poppin’ tags, got all these n~ggas mad (yeah~yeah)
rob a p~ssy n~gga in a margiela mask
california earthquake, get yo’ head cracked (yeah~yeah, yeah~yeah)
windy city with the blower, blow yo’ sh~t back (yeah~yeah, yeah~yeah)
choppa curl a buff n~gga up like a six pack
four lines of wock’, two of ‘tuss, that’s a six pack (yeah~yeah, yeah~yeah)
drummer gang, we millionaires, you never get your b~tch back
this is not the internet, we never do no chit~chat (yeah~yeah, yeah~yeah)
i don’t do no talkin’ in new york, always just say less
all balenciaga (yeah), ‘member i was just at payless, yeah
[verse 3: g herbo]
burner phones got group chats, all gang threats
no two opps got stretched off the same text
b~tches kissin’, l!ckin’ same s~x, that’s insane s~x
before i went and bought a range, n~ggas knew about that lex’ (uh~huh)
sixteen in that lex’ (uh), red beams in effect (grrt)
z06 corvettes (skrrt), c~money green rolex
if they throw at us, throw back
all black like malcolm x
i don’t even stress if it ain’t ’bout a check, f~ck n~gga
lot of days i got’ take to the grave, you know that’s stuck with us (gang)
pull up, dump, mossberg pump, milwaukee bucks hit him
ho you lovin’ pull up when i tell her ’cause you nut quicker (lame)
plus, i’m rockin’ more chains than a slave like a young n~gga (swerve)

[verse 4: 03 greedo]
yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
shoot a n~gga in the head, now he dead (yeah~yeah, yeah~yeah)
drummer gang, millionaires, we get bread (shoot him in the head)
i’m a real street n~gga, don’t do fed
any n~gga that was sayin’ i snitched
i’ll leave a n~gga body in a ditch (ayy)
i’ll never beef with n~ggas ’bout a b~tch
i’m a real street n~gga, you a b~tch
ho~ass n~gga, i get dough~ass n~gga
you ain’t never got no money out no ho~ass n~gga
you ain’t never in the projects with no pole~ass n~gga
you ain’t never up in them ‘partments on the floor~ass n~gga
you ain’t never made no
n~gga, dough~ass n~gga
you ain’t never made no dough~ass n~gga
you ain’t never made no dough~ass n~gga
and i know that you a ho~ass n~gga

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