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Yung Booke
Yung Booke
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Ink
Ink
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Yung Booke
Yung Booke
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Ink
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Alex Loyalty
Alex Loyalty
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Bighead
Bighead
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manzo
manzo
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Lyrics

Fuck these niggas talking bout Fuck these niggas talking bout Work yo set now Finna work my set now I just hit the club last week Shit don't feel the same if my niggas ain't here with me (oh oh oh) Turning side eyes to the bull shit That me if u aint with the bullshit with the full clip Don't think shit sweet when you come around my block Nigga get back with the work work Only one call for the word word I done seen the best of em go to war Still fall when the big dog come out yeah yeah (fit) Air a nigga block out We gone air the block right out Hell a nigga talking about give a fuck what the opps talm bout Spent a benz back to back murder rate went up that week Gotta get some get back for my dog Before I put a picture on a white tee Not a game ain't gonna let him play me Imma make a lil nigga hate me Staying solid til the Lord take me Reminiscing bout my dogs in my feelings lately Taking hella drugs praying I don't OD Free bro he belong in these streets On the gang everybody playing for keeps Feel sorry for the opps when we meet Cause it's up there Fuck these niggas talking bout Fuck these niggas talking bout Them niggas ain't talking bout shit Sometimes you gotta let the streets cry When them silencers take a nap every night in the sky I just hold my head to the sky I just hold that chopper up high I just put my bands in Dubai I just hold little shawty doooowwwwnnnn I just hold my head up high I just hold that chopper til it fly Just point my ten toes down yeah Fuck these niggas talking bout Fuck these niggas talking bout Work yo set now Finna go work my set now I just hit the club last week Shit don't feel the same them niggas ain't here with me (oh oh oh) How it look feeling sorry for u taking a loss you aint feel bad for me Gone come out your top we taking it off I'll buy yo head for cheap You say you step but we marched on you dawg we put them tags on feet Quan was cool he ain't do nothin to y'all But he still got blast with heat It's a lot of killing in the city Tryna hide the way I'm really feeling I still think bout how they did blizzy Shit make me wanna spin it to him dizzy Ain't got no time to kick it bae I'm busy Forreally I'm out here tryna chase a milly you dig it Down gotta keep my head up these hoes a set up Never put a bitch in yo bizness Fuck these niggas talking bout Fuck these niggas talking bout Them niggas ain't talking bout shit Sometimes you gotta let the streets cry When them silencers take that nap every night in the sky I just hold my head to the sky I just hold that chopper up high I just hold my bands to the by I just hold little shawty doooowwwnnnn I just hold my head up high I just hold that chopper til it fly Just put my ten toes down yeah Ooooh. How many niggas gone suffer How many niggas gone die I feel a homicide coming on Feel like the rain sometimes Niggas i'm backing out blacking out blacking out In my range now at night They wanna act like they feel my pain They wanna act like they feel my paaaaain So many just die in the hood and I feel it in my heart Y'all niggas don't know real pain I can tell by the way you act so Y'all niggas ain't gettin it like that Y'all ain't really living like that we good on y'all
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