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lirik lagu sob x rbe - pass the mic

[intro]
p-lo time to bring the b-ss back

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
i heard them n-ggas back, your time is up
b-tch p-ss the mic i got some hot sh-t in the cut
n-gga get to talking crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
i meant to ask you why your favorite rapper, rapping like he us
i heard them n-gga’s back, your time is up
b-tch p-ss the mic i got some hot sh-t in the cut
n-gga get to talking crazy, got a chopper in the trunk
i meant to ask you why your favorite rapper, rapping like he us

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
it’s that feeling i can’t fight, that drug i can’t quit
always dreamed about these days when i sit back and reminisce
one mic, no lights in that booth, why then?
thought only god can judge but i’ve been judged ever since
sh-t ain’t been the same since the day we dropped cautious
ain’t no money in the world that could amount to where we started
they don’t ever come outside we had to pop out out his garbage
guess these n-ggas ain’t gon’ learn like his whole life he been r-t-rded
n-ggas caught me slipping sent some sh-lls through that windshield
on a mission for revenge got me feeling like i’m k!ll bill
if i hear one more n-gga sounding like daboii then i’m gon’ lose it
dropping legends on the mic like i’m above my own influence
i know n-ggas who ain’t up that i can call when i be down
i know this n-gga’s only acting hard when we around
but you ain’t gotta lie to kick it, to them n-ggas and them b-tches
why would i tote a stock when i’m that n-gga wit’ extensions

[verse 2: daboii]
b-tch p-ss the mic i got some hot sh-t in the cut
b-tch i gotta spit some tapes like this wocky in the cup
this n-gga’s piece ain’t got no diamonds, that’s like hockey wit’ no puck
i’m kawhi up in the fourth, b-tch you can’t stop me in the clutch
where the f-ck you gon’ run with bullets flying out that mini van?
how many wishing death upon a n-gga? know it many men
d-mn right when i’m in the cut i brought the bl!cky in
all my n-ggas get the last laugh, i got silly friends
there’s only one daboii, so why you rapping like you me?
if i catch a out of towner, i’ma tax her for a p
you could have a hundred guns and wouldn’t practice what you preach
not a threat but f-ck with them and i’ma slap you with the gleek
b-tch wanna impress me, walk on water then
and when its work to be done, you be calling in
b-tch thought that i was broke, i coulda bought the b-tch
g 23 wanna ball like mike, i got a ball and fist
on the gang n-gga

[verse 3: slimmy b]
n-gga everywhere i go these n-ggas tryna be the gang
everywhere i go these n-ggas tryna ride the wave
we be sliding with them glocks, masked up like kane
i keep that sh-t a hundred and my chopper do the same
i’m yelling free my brother meech ’til they let him out that cage
i thought i was in love with the b-tch ’til i came
i told her shake it like a red nose b-tch, like i’m sage
my jewelry came from carl i don’t f-ck with johnny dame
everything big body when we swerving through them lanes
she gave me stupid head like the b-tch ain’t got no brains
s, o motherf-cking b, that’s some sh-t you can’t bang
a motherf-cking beast that’s some sh-t you can’t tame
like my n-gga t.o. said, boy you n-gga’s time up
ain’t tripping off a sucka ’cause i keep a nine tucked
everybody in this b-tch with a stick, fired up
and i bet a body drop if a n-gga try us
b-tch

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