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lirik lagu berm - ooo

[intro]
(make believe)
(ooh, sh~t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse 1: ftos twan]
you hear me on this type of sh~t, you gotta know i’m finna trip
they like, “ooh, you need to calm the f~ck down, boy, you a trip”
boy, i’ll still spray the car, i catch you ridin’ in a lyft
i got this b~tch doin’ d~cks in the crib off a fifth
still out here, i’m still ridin’ through the 6
pull up to an opp n~gga block and take a pic
y’all out here slidin’ with a rat, you threw them shots, still missed
y’all n~ggas thought y’all felt somethin’, well, y’all finna feel this
shotgun to his body, b~tch, you gon’ feel rip
left his ass in the grass, he couldn’t even jump a fence
black on black whips, you can’t even see us through the 10
i got your b~tch in the whip and you can’t see her through the tint

[verse 2: tee racks]
my b~tch said “ooh,” ’cause she goin’ on a trip
we’ll drown him in a pool and put his homie in a ditch
i got your b~tch in thе kitchen, but she ain’t makin’ grits
shot at me and thеn you missed, that’s how n~ggas make the list
by the opps’ block posted with my glock takin’ pics
he wasn’t on a bumpy road, but we shake a n~gga’s rims
he got the wock’, gettin’ high, i’m finna take this n~gga sip
k!lled too many n~ggas, think i’m finna break the stick
finna beat her doonies down, finna break this b~tch hips
she left some ‘za in her crib, finna take this b~tch zip
i got a skinny lil’ petite b~tch takin’ big d~ck
he keep on flexin’ with his heat, i’m finna take it off his hip
[verse 3: grindhard e]
i know the b~tch can suck d~ck, i can tell, she got a lisp
i got some young, wild n~ggas, i’m ’bout to send ’em on a l!ck
if you see ’em masked up in all black, they on a hit
i had to call ’em to tell ’em when they get done, burn the whip
shot the .357 and went and d~mn near broke my wrist
open up the fronto, break down the weed, i done d~mn near rolled a zip
a n~gga b~tch dmed me, i done d~mn near stole his b~tch
tryna weigh too much weed on the scale, i done d~mn near broke the bench

[verse 4: grindhard caine]
okay, alright, let me try my luck
b~tch n~gga beat me to the punch and still got plucked
i’ma beat his ass to the crib and— ahh
i’ma beat a n~gga to the crib and surround the truck
i can’t wait to see the face he make when he froze and stuck
the mossberg look like a hockey stick, but it shoot out pucks
i’m the white man, when i go and hunt, i’m lookin’ for young bucks
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he with a lightskin and she drivin’ the whip, i still popped him up

[verse 5: ftos twan]
ooh, man, i’m high as f~ck
catch an opp out broad day and i’ma fry him up
boy, you ain’t luke cake, i’ma send your b~tch ass up
i’m tired of n~ggas talkin’ hard like these n~ggas can’t get touched
homicides all around the city, they tryna blame us
you deep in? that sh~t that you sayin’, that don’t faze us
okay, i’ll come and chase your ass down and get your fame up
two to the chest, one to the head, now he can’t talk
homicide, we the taliban, come and shake somethin’
i’m a motherf~ckin’ madman, i’ll pop out and then face up
you see that ar sittin’ over there? yeah, that’s drac’ cousin
hop out the cut and got to blowin’, he ain’t seein’ cousin
if a n~gga pull up and get to shootin’, you won’t see me runnin’
he brought that draco, make you get low, you know you see him tuckin’
i’m tired of n~ggas talkin’ hard on the ‘net, but they ain’t doin’ nothin
i’m on my way, like a cameraman, pull up shootin’ somethin’
b~tch, you better get up out my way if i put it on you
i always keep a heat on me, ain’t gotta ask for nothin’
talkin’ hard in these streets, i see you out and you ain’t packin’ nothin’

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