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lirik lagu iz bo - unfair

[intro]
(enrgy beats)

[verse 1: iz bo]
d~mn, sick me and quavis got a song
walked in this b~tch by myself, but i’m not alone
everybody wanna steal our sauce, but we ain’t got no clones
i’ma slide for bro right or wrong, but he ain’t got no roles
ill get your favorite rapper cracked like he dropped his phone
i don’t make calls to get you whacked ’cause i got my own
every song get harder with this rap like i don’t got no songs
i’m a short tempered~ass n~gga, better watch your tone
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
man, the streets f~cked up, you gotta watch your bro
i need sixteen zips, let me call up bo
i’ll beat your ass before i shoot you, i am not no ho
i’m sick n~ggas tryna ride waves, they ain’t got no boats
my lil’ cousin scam god, he just swiped a phone
my lil’ brother slime slatt, he’ll wipe your nose
you fresh as h~ll with no money, that is not no goals
she just gave me good head, got me off my toes

[verse 3: iz bo]
walked in the party and i just had an epiphany
man, these hoes ain’t sh~t to me
wanna be my son, what you got, you get from me
pigeon~toed walkin’ n~gga, walk how i switch my feet
had a glock, now a smitty, watch how i switch my heat
call me the undertaker, i’ll leave you six feet deep
i’ma run that bag up until i touch a hundred sleeves
i got some real young shooters, yeah, they under me

[verse 4: ysr gramz]
i don’t want that b~tch ’cause she ugly
i don’t give a f~ck, you f~ck with them, then don’t f~ck with me
n~ggas tryna steal the sauce, it’s only one of me
my chop, i’ll let it sting you like a bumblebee
we got a hundred~somethin’ shots if you a hundred deep
you don’t smoke gelato 41 ’cause you f~ckin’ cheap
throw a n~gga in that water, watch that boy sink
you gotta watch your own n~ggas, you can’t even blink
[verse 5: iz bo]
yes, it really get hot in the kitchen
but we prepared, b~tch, we straight up out the mitten
since eighth grade, i had the baddest of b~tches
since tenth grade, i turned the rags to the riches
ain’t no song ass that we drop, are you listening?
tie your baby from a tree and hang him for a christening
got into it with the law and had a couple incidents
gramz really pop n~ggas, please stop tempting him

[verse 6: ysr gramz]
i ain’t into cuffin’ these hoes, i be pimpin’ them
a hundred~some blues in my pocket, i got chicken strips
ken, hurry up and mix this song, we in here trippin’, b~tch
i’m tryna drop on itunes, it’s gon’ make me rich
hold up, n~gga, who you is? i don’t know you, dog
you better back the f~ck back before we blow you, dog
say he a fan of my music, told my n~gga pause
can’t be walkin’ up on flint n~ggas, boy, you got some b~lls

[verse 7: iz bo]
come sign to death row records and meet suge
we’ll post up in your hood, n~gga, we good
then set up shop on the block as we should
smack your tooth out just for lookin’ with a mean mug
see your girl out, “hey, friend,” give her a mean hug
but i ain’t loose with the sh~t, boy, i mean snug
mad ’cause he lost his spouse, that’s just what it was
say you need a gram of the scout, well, come meet the plug
[verse 8: ysr gramz]
you the type can’t get the p~ssy out here, ask the b~tch, “please”
i need twelve hundred dollars for a sixteen
f~ck around and switch my hustles up, bro, no rich fiends
toughest n~gga in the crowd’ll hit the stand and lip sync
fell asleep off the lean, i had a rich dream
me and bo from different hoods, bang big b’s
i knew he was gon’ tell it all, he got big t~~th
i’ll beat a n~gga ass, punch him ’til he fall asleep

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