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lirik lagu simba - tragic

[hook]
f-ck n-ggas dont wanna play this sh-t get tragic
young n-ggas out here in the field we keep that ratchet
free my real n-ggas out the jail them n-ggas savage
got that tooley on me gone shoot b-tch i’m in traffic
f-ck n-ggas dont wanna play this sh-t get tragic
young n-ggas out here in the field we keep that ratchet
free my real n-ggas out the jail them n-ggas savage
got that tooley on me gone shoot b-tch i’m in traffic

[verse 1]
momma told me i ain’t average i get that check and i cash it
swear these n-ggas moving backwards i get that work like a packet
your main b-tch saying my atlas mac got that mac in his jacket
used to reup and then stack it now i just blow it and throw it
and i just get that sh-t back fastest
don’t make me f-ck your whole block up i got n-ggas with choppas
n-ggas hate cause they not up till bro hit your spot up
all these b-tches some toppers
caly b-tch ain’t see the snow till i’m fl!cking my watch up
and i got a real shoppa house team cause we robbers
f-ck around and get slaughtered
and you can’t come out here i got young n-ggas walking around with guns out here
bodies drop one by one out here
and im trapping cause i need it not for fun out here
screaming free gang out the pen
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we shooting at you and your friend wake up next morning and do it again

[verse 2]
young n-gga never had sh-t that meant i had to go out grab it
if these n-ggas keep on acting i might go round and clap sh-t
vtch with me he attack sh-t keon gone scroll when i p-ss it
dumping the clip like my last b-tch
ball like i play for the magics
sim dawg i got b-tches on my b-lls
don’t let your mother get that call that that her son just had to fall
she know young ruga ball but i can’t take her to the ball
she said why you late to cl-ss cause i was juggin in the hall
i got sticky like its pudding bro got birdies like its gold
and staring in my eyes and you might just turn to frost
i got choppas like some gaters you might of thought i worn lacrosse
how you gun rob me boy you know i got my dawgs

[hook]
f-ck n-ggas dont wanna play this sh-t get tragic
young n-ggas out here in the field we keep that ratchet
free my real n-ggas out the jail them n-ggas savage
got that tooley on me gone shoot b-tch i’m in traffic
f-ck n-ggas dont wanna play this sh-t get tragic
young n-ggas out here in the field we keep that ratchet
free my real n-ggas out the jail them n-ggas tragic
got a toolie on me gone shoot i’m in traffic

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