activistjo - him (ft. yusuf7n) lyrics
[intro: activistjo]
bop bop!
p_ssy!
(a_ a_ aye desire)
[verse 1: activistjo & yusuf7n]
n_ggas talking all that sh_t but never stand on it
and you said that was your mans, then why you ran on em?
and if he said he ran through business then we stand on em
i done ran me up a million and i’m still hustlin’
when they start making that red i started pouring robitussin
can’t have no brass up on my neck, i need some vv’s and they bussin’
i got 99 problems and an opp not finna touch em
my [?] but it might be a [?] if you lucky
i can’t f_ck wit all these hoes but all these b_tches tryna f_ck me
i can’t be lacking out in public, b_tch you know i gotta tuck it
[?] like some chicken, man i can’t stay for kentucky
stay banging, bout to switch up on your block, how ’bout you come and duck it
they took my cousin out, i went and knock they brothеr out for all that fussin’
[?] if that’s what you call hustlin’
you can’t be posted in that street if you and your mans was nevеr strugglin’
tired of all these rappers capping, they done never [?]
i was on house arrest for three counts of assault, i bet i’m thuggin’
these bullets stinging like a h_rnet, you sneak diss i bet i’m buggin’
n_ggas say they this and that but to be honest they ain’t nothin’
rush his ass just like a football, take his head and imma punt it
take his chain right off his neck we took his soul right out his body
i can’t trip about that b_tch i heard she ridin’ she got mileage
[?] was just posted on that corner sellin’ “miley cyrus”
everytime i wake up, i gotta chase the bag, swear that’s a virus
n_gga say he want some fame, that .556 gon’ make em viral
spin his block just like a hurricane, we call that sh_t the ‘spiral’
yeah i said it first, don’t try to get me hurt, its no dividing
presidential [?] up on him, man he can’t see when we sliding
man i’ll pop out like i’m polo g i swear i’m never hiding
when i ran me up a thousand, wanted more, i started grinding
i can’t f_ck wit none’ these hoes, cus i know that most ’em lying
pop out the cut, with that grip up on that b_tch, i bet i’m firin’
(let’s get it!)
[verse 2: yusuf7n]
n_ggas on my d_ck, yeah they really tryna f_ck
bend that n_gga over, then i stuff it in his b_tt
yeah i put it in his ass, n_gga, i put it in it
he like suckin’ d_ck too, that n_gga he my twin (twin)
yeah, that n_gga he my twin, yeah that n_gga he my brodie
every time i link with bro, yeah he just wanna blow me
then he finish on my face, and he finish on my ass
that n_gga shattered on my b_lls like some broken glass
(he really shattered that sh_t)
(mhm, broke my sh_t down)
aye, imma keep it real, n_gga, i just like d_ck
pull that n_gga pants down, gave that sh_t a nice l!ck
and i’m goin’ crazy, his sh_t harder than a ice pick
and he put it in me, and that sh_t, it was a tight fit
yeah it was a tight fit but that sh_t, you know it felt good
way i got him screaming, you could hear it through the whole hood
way i got him creaming, he could smear it on my whole wood
this song not me coming out, make sure that sh_t understood!
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