lirik lagu m row - set it off
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m row
oh who that? he a goner, fl!ck, ain’t even know who was on him
lil’ bro just started his thirty day trainin’, it’s day five and he did what i taught him
if i go broke, i’m robbin’ them n~ggas right there where they trap at, right on that corner
baba, opp thot mad i ain’t want her
kept thinkin’ wit’ my d~ck so i might gotta off her
bro trap wit’ his g, for safety precautions
come show off for the white, we gon’ give him some [?]
it’s n~ggas that’s not from the doug’ that be showin’ ’em love, on they d~ck ’cause they got no opps
like stay in y’all hood, ion’ want y’all to be in the way when we comin’ through flockin’
it was times i was totin’ my knocker, but i used to box ’cause n~ggas not really worth~
why when they spin’ they be harmin’ the civs? but when we on court we just go for the basket
g rico a b~tch, uh
bro tryna rip, a new feather just came out his jacket
lexx dottie was runnin’ away when it happened
why the f~ck you gon’ trap on that back block lackin’?
kenny capone, you’d rather go punch on a b~tch than get back for when you got your ass whipped
nesty floxk, get off my c~ck, your mans caught a pack just to rat on the stand
you flashin’ a hunnid that dthang passin’ to you, showin’ bread that belong to ya’ mans
i don’t understand, and we could go bar for the bar, and always go band for the band
don’t listen to feva, his bm a eater, he came to my block wit’ a~ that was jammed
rg, sav, ye, zay, ous, all of them n~ggas is vics
[?] bm was eatin’ my d~ck, she was tight i just hit it and quit
lil’ jay ran, rick, tried to sneak out the buildin’, he thought he was sl!ck
where you goin’? chase down, ran wit’ his stick
he another one mad i was~, hol’ on, hol’ on
kapp9ine, oh my god, how the f~ck did you feel with that bike on your head?
jay hound mad i was sittin’ wit’ ally, he textin’ her phone and she left him on read
word to my dead, we was in jay5ive lobby tryna clap off one of his dreads
but relly got tagged, his mans got~ in his leg tryna help him get up, like hol’ on
let me address, ye hit in his stomach, i’m mad that it wasn’t his neck
ted, victim, you saw ek, why you ain’t do sh~t? that’s who petey’d ya’ friend
before they got put up, i was punchin’ ’em good up right up on the train, every hit was connectin’
so be my guess, i will box you and i will flock you, and i got b~ttons to press
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