Correction Paroles Bloody Vengeance par UKNOWN

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Lemme tell ya right now I ain’t even boutta play witcha

My n***a locked up doin time and now ya talkin sh*t you really is a lame n***a

Had b*t*hes talkin like you realer then the rest but then I find out you the same n***a

They dubbed ya out inside ya own hood yet ya still talm bout you got the gang witcha

Stop allat cappin sh*t f**k n***a

Got popped in ya lip then called up ya luh friends but you don't know that they do not f**k witcha

Cause even they know you a f**k n***a

Yeen know that when had you jumped n***a?

It was you and ya brotha got beat up for runnin ya mouth so it's time to shut up n***a

Just step out the house and come up the street and lеmme show you that yeen a tough n***a

Cause I can go really insanе

When I put that iron on him he done switched up his tone feel like I'm makin change

b*t*h I have that 30 stickin out the deagle you play imma let that b*t*h bang

And that sh*t go for anybody any problem you got ain't worth gettin slained

Slay these n***as like hair did by DD

Play with her we gone see you on TV

CBS CNN and BBC

Then turn you to a meme on ig

I remember when they used to try me

I just wanted a damn nice guy

Nothing but disrespect is what I got

Now I beat n***as up call me popeye

Pull that fye and I cook him like popeyes

Why the f**k is you yellin my n***a?

Cause I done got sick of suppressing the other side it's time to release the killer

And I'm killin everything, f**kin up the game, it's like they can't do nun wit him

I'm a beast in these streets, so stop playin wimme, fo they find ya ass in the river

Ya ask for it Imma deliver

He must really think he UPS or somn?

Why he rappin like he really just the best or somn?

Like he tryna get some sh*t up off his chest or somn?

How bout he just gone and lay that sh*t to rest or somn?

Yea, how bout you say that to me?

How bout I come and beat ya to sleep?

Wake up look for the rest of ya teeth

Make a n***a sit back, if you see me uppin glizzy it won't click clack

When I get to spittin that fire I need tick tack, Imma do em dirty like waka this is a mismatch

Why is you poppin that sh*t to the dispatch? Internet woofin no I am not wit dat

Trippin bout b*t*hes boii I do not get that

You f**k fat hoes, big body and big back

I am the king of this sh*t don't forget that

I am the king of the jungle
Might become the king of the hill

You n***as better start duckin and hidin if I hit these streets forreal

You can't name a n***a that's better than me who be killin these beats forreal

If you got a problem I'm sure I can solve it b*t*h come up the street, I'm here

Might buss a few bricks, Shaquille

Might hit a few licks, forreal

Yall been on my d**k, forreal

Got Glocks with them d**ks, concealed

I'm flippin the script, DeMille

It's time to go run up them hunnids

Keep talkin that sh*t, get killed

Man go focus on making some money

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