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lirik lagu yung soza - got now

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f~ck next b~tch i got now
your times up b~tch throw in the towel
stop talkin b~tch don’t make a sound
that lil nicca lost and will never be found
see my chain b~tch u better not reach
swear to god if u reach b~tch i’m gone teach
i’m hot texas pete
i’m finna blow up come and book u a feat
see me in public boy stop actin stupid
quit asking me questions don’t know shi i’m clueless
i thought u was living real ruthless
was point of havin a bl!ck if u never gon use it
y’all n~ggas p~ssy as sh~t
y’all n~ggas ain poppin no sh~t
y’all n~ggas ain uppin no bl!ck
boy put dat gun down that ain even ya stick
y’all niccas ain k!llin sh~t
dem niccas lyin talkin bout dey drillin shi
y’all sticks ain real and sh~t
suicidal n~ggas poppin pills and sh~t
gimme a stick imma up it
tell da rap game move out the way cuz nicca i’m coming
im really comin from nothing
love to talk on the net but never do nothing
dem n~ggas ain livin what they rap about
niccas never been in a trap house
writin statements u a rat now
k!ll a local rapper i’m takin the trash out
(get em outta here)
these nicca ain livin they verses
put my name inna diss guarantee we gone hurt him
hurt him nah we gone murk him
flatline a n~gga go get the nurses
talk hot whole gang gone spin
oh sh~t i missed we spinnin again
hit him then we hittin the friend
k!lled sum n~ggas i’ll do it again
they gone claim i cap in my rap
but y’all cap when y’all cuz u don’t own a strap
p~ssy nicca think we finna scr~p
my blood shooter come out the cut yellin out blattt
i’m tryna spin
(sike)
b~tch i’m tryna slide
k!ll da gang who tf gone slide
(where’s my son)
that nicca died
beefing wimme boy u must be crazy
faceshot gang wit jay and brazyyy
slide on his block kappo and ad
they know i got now that’s why they all hate me
i ain doin no song wit no opp
pull up to the shoot hes bounded to get popped
think we shootin a video he really gettin dropped
them niccas cap in dey rap boy they need to stop
hey mama how u doin u raised
my shooters gone step uhhh trooper
that nicca a b~tch goofy goober
one of da best in my city
leave an opp stank boy we leave an opp sh~tty
f~ck talkin i’m tryna get busy
my girl she a shooter every drill she come wimme
that’s not ya set stop all that jackin sh~t
you a bleedin stop allat stackin sh~t
i’m worried bout dese racks and sh~t
don’t need an beam cuz my aim is immaculate
n~gga went in the booth heard my name and wrote him a diss
i won’t send one back b~tch i’m sendin dem bl!cks
he ain no shooter that nicca a b~tch
they said i don’t got now well n~gga u wish


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