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lirik lagu baby chan - incomplete mission

[intro]
like, grahh (elvis)
grahh, grahh, boom
like, grahh
grahh
like, i don’t know why the f~ck y’all n~ggas keep dissin’, n~gga, like
i don’t even know what to say to y’all n~ggas, man
suck my d~ck, like, grahh, grahh

[verse]
n~ggas link up and think sh~t is safe
i’m tryna put an ewok in his place
lil’ rocky got spit in his face
with this g, word to bro, i can never relate
b~tch, you on d~ck, and you not from the h
how you switch on ya hood? y’all n~ggas be fake
tg was jet, now you jackin’ you makk
f~ck it, i’ma shoot him in his face (elvis)
lil’ n~gga came home from prison, said he on that
n~ggas be mad ’cause they see that we winnin’
catch a g and hit ’em in his biscuit
he wasn’t jet ’cause that dumb n~gga missed it
shorty a treesh, how could you kiss it?
they got me on hots, on bro, i know i’m gifted
slide thru the h, and this sh~t’ll get wicked
f~ck all my opps, i can [?]
let me know, double o, whеre you at?
get on him, like ewok, 48 thе makk
n~ggas keep dissin’ and haven’t got back
dd a b~tch, i’ma leave it at that
lil doobie a b~tch, and your sister got crashed
you ain’t get back, you know that sh~t is sad
n~ggas soft, i swear they got me mad
jayo got punched and he was doin’ bad
they wanna diss, so we can play those games
i do this sh~t for bro, they do it for the fame
we ain’t jackin’ the h ’cause they lame
three double o, they know who put in pain
y’all n~ggas dissin’ and that sh~t a shame
i got my g, i don’t gotta explain
300, lil’ b~tch, remember that’s this name
you ain’t crashin’ no jet, get flocka take his chain (elvis)
i’m out on bail, and i still keep a stick too
up for the summer, just know i’ma get you
n~ggas on d~ck, why you mentionin’ brick too?
he can get hit if he walk with his b~tch too
r.i.p b~tta, my n~gga, i miss you
‘member all them times that i was with you
r.i.p 22, i can’t forget you
talk on my brothers, we just gon’ dismiss you
but you can’t lack, i pray that i get ripped too
they want me dead, i gotta keep my pistol
meet you, you b~tch, i see you, i won’t miss you
you just a fiend, let me know, what’s the issue?
makkin’ ’em up, mark is a b~tch too
word to my d~ck, i came with sticks too
[?] got poked, so lil’ b~tch, let me get you
n~gga got poked, took a flight to the yams
that was me, i would’ve let it blam
and i never did bad, i put that on my mans
word to bro, my new b~tch, and it’s fat
she said she like it when i’m in her pants
rsbk, y’all n~ggas is fans
he got beat up in school, imagine in the can
havin’ smoke wasn’t part of the plan
but f~ck it, turn them n~ggas to a strain, grahh

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