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lirik lagu kerch dolla, skilla baby & g herbo - sorry

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[verse 1: sk!lla baby]
i bust [?], these n~ggas wanna get me
five hundred blues, i got power like i’m 50
youngest n~gga in my city, walk around with k!llers with me
i keep spinning these n~ggas’ blocks, i’m starting to get dizzy
hang around with the junkies, n~gga, i be serving them
put one fifty on a n~gga head, like i’m [?] and them
i don’t tolerate no disrespect, i take it personal
them young boys hear you sneak dissing me, they perging you
some sh~t you say, you cannot take it back
the b~tches in my city treat me likе i’m swervo in the raq
keep a couple young n~ggas with mе, down to catch a hat
them h~llcats getting hots, them boys sliding out the lack

[verse 2: g herbo]
i can call a favor from any k!ller in the trenches
see me run up, seven eight figures independent
drop that bag off on foreign whips, then we tinted
supply banana clips for all the apes and gorillas
one eighty the brand new a.m.g., i’ma swerve fast in it
lil blood [?] three of me, i ain’t blew that b~tch in a minute
can’t go on a head with the a.p., ’cause [?]
o.t. with [?] gave the freak to sk!lla
lil b~tch, you must not know ’bout me, every other month, a million
my shooter [?] he toat sticks, he shoot like redgy miller
when we was loading whips, [?] you n~ggas was sivilians
[?] love for me before i got rich, i ain’t have to pay to get him
[verse 3: kerch dolla]
these n~ggas so sorry
all they do is bark, know they hardly in this sh~t
you know when we ride up, n0body inisent
homie died broke, beefing with a n~gga rich
n~ggas can’t [?] building
blood thirsty [?] he tryna wack sivilians
i left the b~tch, and i promis i never ever need her
look out for all of my dawgs, even if they don’t need it
one day [?] my n~ggas rocking how they rocking, the reason i’m breathing
i dropped out to sell crack, who knew i’d acheev sh~t?
you see the cribs and cars, you would think this make believe
i ain’t got time for the games, been past the bullsh~t
everytime i leave out the crib, i got a full clip
my mind telling me bullet proof the ride, i might do it then
the type of gun you see me with outside, is what mood i’m in
dolla


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