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lirik lagu los and nutty – 2 v 2

[verse 1: sada baby]
hmm
ain’t no rules to this sh~t, huh
we gon’ play it how we play it, b~tch
i’m from the east, hmm
i’m gon’ say it how i say it, huh
look in my eyes, hmm
who gon’ slide on me?
who the—
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
you know n~ggas lied on me
hmm, huh, the opps tired of me
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
they told me put my gun down, they gon’ slide for me
the last n~gga talkin’ crazy got fired on

[verse 3: los]
i’m tryna move a thousand grams, that’s what i’m on
linwood ave, call it heroin ave
‘fore i ever made a song, i was playin’ with them slabs

[verse 4: wb nutty]
they say they want that raw, well, b~tch, here it is (b~tch, here it is)
stop at cvs ’cause i gotta grab some pills (’cause i gotta grab some)
naw, gerber, naw, motherf~cker, i got it all
i can put it in the stash or i can put it in her drawers

[verse 5: sada baby]
i don’t whip with fentanyl, i’ll isotol that ass
hit him with the fake percs, i’ll tylenol that ass
i couldn’t wait to dump your b~tch, huh, tired of all that sass
watch how sk!lla dunk this b~tch, huh, threw it off the glass, ayy

[verse 6: sk!lla baby]
we went half on a bag, we go sale for a sale
my uncle in the field, sling bales on the cell
n~gga, keep the car runnin’, no, you can’t park
i done seen so many bodies dropped at blaine park
[verse 7: los]
t~shirts, blue jeans, b~tch, you don’t know kareem
motel, mobile home, i ain’t leavin’ ’til it’s gone
n~gga, grab the handheld compressor, let me make the pills (real talk)

[verse 8: wb nutty]
sh~t, we can meet ’em at the store, cuz make the sales
two sacks, one phone, i’ll burn a b~tch out
shoot the blow up north and shoot the grits down south

[verse 9: sada baby]
fell asleep steppin’ on it, i done burned down the house
gotta sell it in town, i done burnt out the route
i wasn’t the middleman then, i ain’t the middleman now
used to hop on that ‘hound, really pick it off that ground

[verse 10: los]
i used to do a n~gga bold, cut the middleman out (real talk, n~gga)
used to sell them b~tches whole, grab a chunk and take it out
ain’t no two days the same, n~gga
except tuesdays and thursdays, they raid, n~gga
get your roll on
dope sales, daisy lane, you don’t know about it
teenage custos, i don’t see a problem
i don’t see the problem
(p~ssy~ass n~ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em)
[verse 11: sk!lla baby]
the hitman don’t talk, this sh~t ain’t right
he’ll blow you broad day, but he got stage fright
the brick a name~brand, soft came off~white
a broke n~gga talk numbers to you all night
huh, i ain’t got no love for no n~gga
if he ain’t sold an ounce of dope, n~gga
i don’t sleep on the pape’, stay woke, n~gga (yeah)
you could get off your ass or be broke, n~gga

[verse 12: wb nutty]
small drug towns, watch how a n~gga kick off
punky~ass junkies, they don’t like it when it’s soft
but i’ma deal with ’em, they gon’ pay what it cost
turn one into three, don’t give a f~ck if you went off
lean on a junkie in a trailer for some weeks
countin’ all night, it be hard to get some sleep
twenty people knockin’, i ain’t even have to meet ’em
441 daisy lane, you had to see it to believe it, n~gga

[verse 13: sada baby]
told nut he had to break them d~ckies out
f~ck the judge, i been tryna break my n~ggas out, huh
really wanna catch trump for that eighty~ball
like any n~gga make me dump, they play it wrong, huh
treat your b~tch like topside, hope she take a ten, huh
i mean take a perc’, huh, bet i make a friend
i can turn four bricks to a run if i take it serious
brodie wanna line up the plug, that’s a shortcut
then set up shop, won’t let no n~gga short us
that chop r~t~rded, short bus, tear a n~gga porch up
sped to your sh~t like doordash, d~mn near f~cked the porsche up
we peep all the ho sh~t, my n~ggas don’t ignore nothin’

[outro: los]
huh, yeah
yeah
yeah, uh, check me out, b~tch
p~ssy~ass n~ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em

- lirik lagu los and nutty

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