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gmo stax & big30 – lack again كلمات اغاني

[intro: gmo stax]
mia jay c
free ’em up
i hear you jay c

[chorus: gmo stax]
it’s a couple n_ggas lack, i pray, lack again
couple b_tch n_ggas still alive, ‘posed to be dead (die)
lot of n_ggas turnt
k!ller that ain’t never k!ll sh_t (n_ggas hoes)
better up the chop’ and get to blowin’ like a ceilin’ fan (bop_bop)
catch a opp and turn it to a sad day on instagram
7.62s hit his ass so fast he ain’t know he was dead
lot of n_ggas was, but i weren’t nervous on my first drill (never)
take a n_gga life from him and put that sh_t in god hands (it’s all in god hands)
[verse 1: gmo stax]
n_ggas think ’bout gettin’ up right now, this sh_t just the beginning
n_ggas think they finna live for long, but, this they last year (they gone)
i can have a million dollars cash, i’m still tryna spin

[verse 2: big30 & gmo stax]
sh_t, i already took a middle finger, gеt to smackin’ (still on the same sh_t)
n_gga evеr catch me lackin’, i deserve whatever happen
in the field like we at practice, stay to clutchin’ automatics
give my opps a round of applause, soon as we see’em, get to clappin’
i’m forever gon’ get active, i forever be a savage
n_gga play it be a tragedy (bllrd)
everywhere i go, i bring that drac’
he took one to the dome, 7.62 ate up his face
n_ggas don’t want no smoke, this sh_t right here’ll get you laced
police got me mad, and folks put the eight on a high_speed chase

[verse 3: hotboii]
yeah, gotta know everything confidential
these hollows, they get hungry, i ain’t fed ’em since december
i loaded up my clip and told my ks, “it’s time for dinner”
when i’m in town, i’m with k!llers
n_ggas die tryna spin (dead)
b_tch, my kush blow (dead)
if he look wrong
never had no rap for n_ggas, all the opps get smush_stomped
got your b_tch, with the game, that my lil’ ho
he don’t think his b_tch be f_ckin’
n_ggas be on [?] though
quick to pull a f_ck n_gga card, no joke
i’m a bulldog, i pull up with .44
yeah, i pulled up with .44
spin exotic, rental cars
whoever want smoke
[chorus: gmo stax]
it’s a couple n_ggas lack, i pray, lack again
couple b_tch n_ggas still alive, ‘posed to be dead (die)
lot of n_ggas turnt
k!ller that ain’t never k!ll sh_t (n_ggas hoes)
better up the chop’ and get to blowin’ like a ceilin’ fan (bop_bop)
catch a opp and turn it to a sad day on instagram
7.62s hit his ass so fast he ain’t know he was dead
lot of n_ggas was, but i weren’t nervous on my first drill (never)
take a n_gga life from him and put that sh_t in god hands (it’s all in god hands)

[verse 4: gmo stax]
better keep your choppa ’cause i keep my sh_t three_seven_five (like everyday)
this my real life, these n_ggas actin’ like they livin’ wild (with this drac’)
trigger finger itchin’, shoot the switch ’til it’s smokin’ hot
i can’t judge no n_gga ’bout his life, i live mines on the edge
n_ggas need to shut up, all this talk, get back and for they mans
k!ller wants success, it come down do it, k!ll they ass for real
certified to be slidin’ ’round in the same whip (certified)
n_ggas thought we weren’t gon’ press no more since milla 8 got locked (since milla 8 got locked)

- gmo stax big30

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