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2016 xxl freshman cypher – stackonit music текст песни

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[verse 1: gius wrld]
rest in power, it’s all about power
squeeze two lemons together and really all you’ll have is sour
diesel, n*ggas’ll smoke your ass to have the juice
riding around in an all black coupe
couple of pigeons that’s ready to shoot, sh*t
ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping
with 48 ounces and cigarette b*tts
f*cking around with the up echelon
they will turn you to cubes and i hope you be gone
envelope, overload, cranium overdose
denny cascade, what the f*ck is the halves
cl!ck clack, get powed, b*tch, it’s a wrap
tiеrra my witness, i pray for a nap
youngin’ and restless, rеturn with a past
key in ignition, foot on the gas
none of you n*ggas is acting that jab
gold t**th in the glock and a cybertech mask
ring gun, particles, turn you into molecules
planet shrooms, planet shrooms, i’ll take you to my panic room

[verse 2: lil trudeau & emanthekid]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
all these n*ggas stealin’ my style, can i get my flow back?
yeah, bop on that b*tch like kodak
yeah, b*tch, you know that
yeah, i push your sh*t all back (woop, woop)
told that b*tch i got money, ayy (woop)
countin’ them hundreds, it’s nothing, ayy
told that lil’ b*tch i got money, ayy
told that lil’ b*tch that’s it nothing, ayy (skrrt, skrrt, tied)
hit that b*tch right from the back, she got turkey, i knock out that b*tch like it’s stuffing, yeah (skrrt, skrrt, tied, okay!)
told that lil’ b*tch that i’m with it
told that lil’ b*tch that i’m with it
ayy, wait, 21, lil boat, yeah (win)
denzel curry cut your throat, yeah (yeah)
kodak do the most, yeah (win)
told that lil’ b*tch i got all the money (uh)
i swear this sh*t is just nothing (uh)
i just be dancin’ right up on that b*tch, yeah
what you be stuntin’?
[verse 3: elijah $tack]
that boy not gang, no, that boy not my friend
i hang with my gang, the same gang that felt all of my pain
when i was struggling through the rain
when i had no guap with no ice
wasn’t no food but rice
all of these b*tches they want me but they get one night
f*ck ’em, i give a f*ck what you sayin’
b*tch homie know i ain’t playing
i’m ’bout my fetty
sailing team armored, we ready
f*ck up that homie if he talk out too heavy
i’m ’bout it, chains on my neck cost me twenty
look at your diamonds
your diamonds look cloudy, they fake
young homie in the gucci stans
f*ck with me if you wanna die
young homie, i don’t wear no suit and ties
f*ck no
lil boat!

[verse 4: bogwandyy & elijah $tack]
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
i sent my b*tch to the store ‘cause we ran out of soda (what?)
b*tch, i’m tryna cook this yola (21)
hundred round drum on the bottom of that sh*t (do*do*do*do*do)
chop a n*gga down like a f*cking lawnmower
ak*47 ’round my motherf*cking shoulder (21)
pull up in a rover, then i pulled off on a fisker
pulled up on your b*tch, she sucked my d*ck
and then you kissed her (godd*mn)
young savage, b*tch
and i don’t play ’round with them swishers (hmm?)
i just smoke them woods (yeah)
b*tch, i’m from the hood (yeah)
zone 6, bouldercrest road, you can’t go there
21 gang, b*tch, yeah (21, 21, 21)
i’m in nyc, i think i got a f*cking show there (yeah)
hold up, rollie on my wrist
rollie on my b*tch (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)
30 to your face (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)
90 to your face (yeah), that’s a closed case (yeah)
you an old hitta, man, you washed up
young savage, man, i got my car washed up
pulled up on a motherf*cking n*gga, wrapped up (yeah)
then i pulled up in a motherf*cking brink’s truck
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21
[verse 5: emanthekid]
now who the f*ck picked this lil sorry ass beat
i’m from the ugly corner man them lil sorry ass streets
d*mn homie, i’m the one who let yo starving ass eat
you was hungry, i ain’t have to let yo sorry ass eat
my cousin g wayne got out for manslaughter last week
gave my dog a buck*fifty that *** brought me back three
i’m a— get up all in them cheeks ta
they dead fly

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