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Ming + FS - CLS lyrics
You wanna shoot the one with me, then get 'em up. In the beef with guns, I get clips, fill 'em up. Keep my mind on the kill, cock back, spit 'em up. Puttin' niggas in the grave, then I dig 'em up. You wanna shoot the one with me, then get 'em up. In the beef with guns, I get clips, fill 'em up. Keep my mind on the kill, cock back, spit 'em up. Puttin' niggas in the grave, then I dig 'em up. Listen here. This is your brain on Mack and Youngblood. Too much at one time, it's enough to make your thoughts bub(?). Down and out and your fans won't show love, Holdin' a grudge cause you're dealin' with this. I know you feel it all in your gut, The raw uncut levels we explore, ya'll can't get enough. Sick to your stomach, need to be bent over throwing up. Yeah that's my shit, play it loud, nigga turn it up. Criminal, lifestyle, young niggas might wow(?) OG's tellin' all the BG's to pipe down. Standin' on the corner, with a 40 gettin' fucked up. Smokin' on a blunt, that a nigga just rolled up. Criminal, lifestyle, young niggas might wow(?) OG's tellin' all the BG's to pipe down. Standin' on the corner, with a 40 gettin' fucked up. Smokin' on a blunt, that a nigga just rolled up. It’s like BK beef, have it your way. With the Desert bull(?) Eagle will let the bull bull(?) see you. In the street beef game, fool its tit for tat. Bust guns at me best believe I spit my gat. Ball(?) after fuckin’ with me, ain’t no gettin’ back. Ball in the rear of the club as I sip my Yak. Keep the winters hot with minks and dice, And keep every summer cold with links of ice. With like(?) 500 grams stashed on the docks, And the other 500 getting’ cash on my block. Bag an eighth on the plate, then eat a meal off it. They shut down the house but my crew still flossin’. What you know about that dope called Mack and Youngblood? My boys on the brinks, and they creepin’ on a come-up. Don’t worry ‘bout a thing, not even where the cash at. Yo scrub pass ya cats(?) sippin’ (?????) ya flashback. Criminal, lifestyle, young niggas might wow(?) OG's tellin' all the BG's to pipe down. Standin' on the corner, with a 40 gettin' fucked up. Smokin' on a blunt, that a nigga just rolled up. Criminal, lifestyle, young niggas might wow(?) OG's tellin' all the BG's to pipe down. Standin' on the corner, with a 40 gettin' fucked up. Smokin' on a blunt, that a nigga just rolled up. Yo, it was a sunny day, count all my money and put my gun away. In my fresh(?) sippin on dozier and frozen Alize All’s well for plans made last Saturday Up in they spot givin’ better prices now they mad at me. He’s in(?) money violation turn into tragedy So make your life story to a tragedy But, strategically on the low, nobody seein’ me I’m in the lab, catch my video on BET Or catch me ridin’ through on some hot shit I thought you knew, that’s how we do, why try stop it? Throw in that eight fifth(?), interior like a cockpit My crew roll through, we real wild and obnoxious In the spot burn green like the Rastas Or on the block (???????) murder imposters See my colossus (????????????) (?????????????) cause ya’ll hoes ain’t really worth game. Ain’t really worth game. |
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