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lirik lagu sadboyshaq - alternative outro

[intro]
yo’, i kinda feel bad for those
assume like snapshots, nude pictures
they all gettin’ exposed, uh

[chorus]
ah, this sh~t is bad, this sh~t is gettin’ real
i’m on the court, i need a triple double, give me the f~ckin’ steal
give no f~ck, we catch ’em out in public, pop ’em like a pill
i’ll up that chop, that b~tch gon’ get to stingin’ like a f~ckin’ eel
handy man without no f~ckin’ tools, boy, how the f~ck he drill?
burn the f~ckin’ house down when i’m in it, keep it f~ckin’ real
don’t tell the boys no f~ckin’ information, better keep it sealed
bring out the switch, they all gon’ fall like motherf~ckin’ jack and jill

[verse]
if you got meth or coke or molly, hit my f~ckin’ line
like mortal kombat, reach up in your body, break your spine
n~gga, you’re broke, time is money, boy, don’t waste my time
i’ll do what you do and do it better, boy, this sh~t is mine
b~tch, i got a chop with a beretta, blow your f~ckin’ mind
treat ’em like some f~ckin’ bowls and push the n~gga to the side
if you ain’t gon’ the pole and blow, get out the f~ckin’ ride
you postin’ sh~t on social media, you can’t commit no crimes
and if you owe me money, i’ll pull up, yeah, i’ma take what’s mine
that sh~t is so bologna, boy, you phony, better get in line
some days i wanna slime myself, some days i can’t stop f~ckin’ cryin’
he posted talkin’ ’bout my brother, next day n~gga f~ckin’ died
they posted talkin’ ’bout they f~ckin’ slidin’, boy, they f~ckin’ lyin’
you look up, all you f~ckin’ see is muzzle to the f~ckin’ eye
huh, stop all that f~ckin’ whinin’
how are you n~ggas not f~ckin’ pregnant, all that f~ckin’ ridin’
silencer up on his t~~th, just like some f~ckin’ trident
i ain’t want to have to blow his brains, why the n~gga try it?
yeah, the n~gga smoke my brother name, why your family cryin’?
half your n~ggas monsters and y’all gay, y’all feel like lucious lyon
n~ggas brought the bunnies to the party, no, we not pipin’
paid four hundred for this f~ckin’ glock, boy, i am not fightin’
all that n~gga heard was a pop and now his ass flyin’
he tried to run, i upped this b~tch, now that n~gga back fryin’
these n~ggas trash, these n~ggas ass and y’all just f~ckin’ hype it
somebody spin on ybn, that boy career dyin’
long live my n~gga sinz, i’m in a benz, these n~ggas stay bitin’
give your dog a fent brownie, i ain’t f~ckin’ like it
put your hands up or i’ll bite your ear off, feel like mike tyson
chop ’em up into some f~ckin’ pieces, boy, this ain’t no tyson
[chorus]
ah, this sh~t is bad, this sh~t is gettin’ real
i’m on the court, i need a triple double, give me the f~ckin’ steal
give no f~ck, we catch ’em out in public, pop ’em like a pill
i’ll up that chop, that b~tch gon’ get to stingin’ like a f~ckin’ eel
handy man without no f~ckin’ tools, boy, how the f~ck he drill?
burn the f~ckin’ house down when i’m in it, keep it f~ckin’ real
don’t tell the boys no f~ckin’ information, better keep it sealed
bring out the switch, they all gon’ fall like motherf~ckin’ jack and jill

[outro]
(hit my f~ckin’ line)
huh, like mortal kombat, reach up in your b— (and break his spine)
(boy, don’t waste my time)
i’ll do what you do and do it better, boy, this sh~t is mine
huh (blow your f~ckin’ mind), huh (throw you to the side)
huh (f~ckin’ ride), huh (you can’t commit no crime)
i’ma take what’s mine, better get in line

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