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lirik lagu pop b - psa

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if you pass me the ball i go ku’ wit’ the rock
pop g got shot in the deuce and he dropped
i’m ’boutta cl!ck, bro get out the street
i’m a glitch, you don’t wanna meet
circlin’ the block, we lookin’ for the gz
they not outside, we troopin’ through the pz
broad day, miguel on d~ck but that n~gga is gay
p black, leeky, same day
jayo got laced, fentanyl in his brain
every trip to the f had me testin’ my aim
n~ggas is lame
ek what? we been sendin’ out pain
fro, he shoulda been a new strain
klu, dirty, he switched on the gang
free cg, he got locked for the g
off of two xans throwin’ shots at police
cam13 man that n~gga a dweeb, he ain’t did sh~t since he ran on key
dj beat, ty strippеd
i heard monte got beat out his kicks, and fro hе was there but he ain’t let it fl!ck
x got shot, did a flip
jah tight when we shoutout the ripks
on the opps back to back, me and dot takin’ trips
gotta pick up my feet, i can’t f~ck up the drip
when fresh got hit he got macked by the whip, and they went to his body, took g off his hip
glah boom, look what happened to flip
free cam munna, can’t come to my strip
and noface hound gon’ die by that grip
kwokk was behind him, he shoulda got ripped
on the 4th of july that dumb n~gga tripped
prince died, his brother got fl!cked
if you don’t got no scenes you can’t hop in the whip
when johnson was cryin’, thought it was a skit
oyk, i don’t smoke notti, i’m smokin’ mdotty and e wit’ the dot
opp b~tch, she on my body
if she tryna line me she meetin’ the glock
we at your door, i’ma knock
if i see 59, on the guys i’ma flock
opps on d~ck, they be eatin’ my c~ck
why you kissin’ the mish? she be eatin’ my c~ck
can’t backdoor me, i got this sh~t on lock
sysy stabbed, he lucky he alive
but he took it on the hop
zell p~ssy, that n~gga popped
made it back to the mix, that n~gga gotta stop
wixk slashed, von got stomped on vid
don’t know why they mentionin’ pop
matter fact all them n~ggas is meetin’ the glock
g2c bullets beatin’ the box
i really do drills, i don’t chill wit’ the cops
i dare a n~gga chill wit’ the opps, come back to the block, i’m leavin’ n~ggas shot
stop, you ain’t doin’ sh~t when you run into pop
.380 small, threw the sh~t in my sock
dissin’ anybody that’s smokin’ my mans, it’s up, i don’t care if you jackin’ the wokk
i dare a n~gga come through this block, watch i’ma up it and let this sh~t fly

- lirik lagu pop b

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