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Guerilla Maab - Maab lyrics
[Hook - 2x] We be, the M double A-B Cocking and have my back, taking out all our enemies We be, the M double A-B Ain't no problem the point, that's to make all you bitches bleed [Dougie D] We be, the M double A-B Infrared beams up on brains, and we making bitches see Motherfucker don't play with me, cause shit could escalate and get deep We pack techs, 22's, AK-47's glad to meet you heat It be me the D-O-U-G, represent the M double A-B I might pick up the glock and let off some shots You don't really wanna be around me, son of a bitch don't you test these G's It ain't a thing, to grab the thang and squeeze, we be fucking boys up And leaving boys fucked, and that's the way that shit be Who that there wanna do that there Like fucking with a nigga that'll part your hair You ain't know I was going there, you ain't know I was Maabing yeah Nigga D, Z-Ro, Trae like desperadoes knocking all bitches fake balling Too late to think about what your ass would be doing, if you had stay home And I stay long, give you bitches what you need fuck what you want We rugged and rough and stay tough, and that's the way that we get gone We Maab on a bitch, ain't no weakest link we all roll on a bitch Family connect and collide, leaving boys shot up and shit cause we [Hook] - 2x] [Z-Ro] Hokes, murderers, jackers, that's my motherfucking family And fuck the police, cause they would never understand me I'm criminal minded, kicking in your door with a shot behind it And I don't never be givin a damn about nothin, kickin up dust mean muggin Cussing all the time, when I pull out my calico opposition be falling down Like rain drops when the pain stops, you'll be over Shouldn't of removed the motherfucking chip on my shoulder A soldier fa sho, like sho nuff I got to glow 24/7 about my paper stack, I gotta get my do' And ain't bond a damn thang, trying to put punches on punk ass niggaz brain Busting like open the pain, cheifing potent mary jane Got me lifted since I'm talented and gifted, I'm going off Call me Viagra rapper, going hard never going soft Everybody we be, the M double A-B Cocking our weapon and stepping up in your fecinity, S-E-T tripping [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Never see what your boxing game about Running off at the mouth, you fin to get bumped off Guerilla militia be ready for combat, strapped up with a sawed off Turn off the lights, half of you niggaz don't really wanna fight So I'm gone end it for you, bout to come nigga you better run Cause I'll sweep the block, when I'm aiming for you Like De La Hoya we body blow ya, then knock em over like Sammy Sosa Still letting off shots in a Cheve, Guerilla Maab fin to come take it over Don't take it litley I'm not politely, I know you despite me nigga and what You better check yourself, 'fore you wreck yourself Or you get found dumped off in a cut, fucked up When I go hit up I ain't gon duck, when I pull out nigga you outta luck Thinking you Superman, when I bust I bet you don't get back up Your life I bet you can't lift that up, your blood I bet you can't pick that up Your lip I know that I'll split that up, and I'm steadily taking you niggaz lunch You better stay out of my way, motherfuckers fin to get they words They straight up, on the microphone you get ate up, on the shelf You fin to get layed up, and on the block you fin to get sprayed up Steady fucking up you haters later, you don't want none Cause I'm gon fade you, whether you locally or you major nigga [Hook - 2x] |
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