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otm - make believe lyrics

[verse 1: duffy]
we outside, n_gga, who trippin’?
off the mussle, they the truth, how they came was different
true pocket breaker, i be runnin’ off to square b_tches (viper)
two guns, two loafies, too greedy, too vicious (jermain graves, lay ’em down)
sh_t, keep the truth alive, we got one mission
i love the violence, i’ve been dealin’ with a strange addiction
no snitchin’, get jiggy, shots rang, who did it?
if she got a cookie jar, i’m finna put my hand in it
piside dance, hit my two_step when the bag land
if i got up on ’em hangin’ with thе opps, i caught him red handed
play with gang and them, i’m turnin’ to a crash dummy
triеd to introduce him to shaneyney but he ran from her

[chorus: duffy]
these n_ggas scary, why they speakin’ on the team?
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh_t be make believe
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out my jeans
n_gga
like why these broke scary n_ggas always speakin’ on the team?
b_tch, f_ck
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh_t be make believe, n_gga
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf, b_tch (n_gga)
sh_t
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out the jeans
[verse 2: blue pesos]
mop sticks, street sweeps, walked in with mr. clean
she ain’t get the perky d_ck, i smoked a ‘wood and went to sleep
let’s be honest, keep it real, who really f_ckin’ with the team?
i might do it [?] and go whack this boy for free
b_tch, you f_ckin’ with a beast, nevermind, i’m just a cold demon
you gon’ tear it off or suck d_ck, b_tch? are we done here?
you know who run the city, don’t be stupid ’cause it’s quite clear
detective hardiman vibes from this n_gga, why is cops near?
quit all the cappin’ on the mic, bro, you don’t live that
i seen your new piece on the ‘gram, we gon’ come strip that
i thought he was a gangster, how he see me and start hollerin’ out?
b_tch, how you come with no uchies? man, i’m flabberghasted
just kicked back for show over, is this the pizza party?
why every time we mention money, you don’t say nothin’?
“p, who p_ssed you off, bro? you actin’ abnormal”
n_gga, shut up with that sh_t, just keep recordin’

[chorus: duffy]
these n_ggas scary, why they speakin’ on the team?
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh_t be make believe
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out my jeans
n_gga
like why these broke scary n_ggas always speakin’ on the team?
b_tch, f_ck
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh_t be make believe, n_gga
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf, b_tch
sh_t
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out the jeans
[verse 3: young bull]
fix your lips when you speakin’ on the team
tough guy on the ‘net, now he on his knees
chop suey on my hip, get the bag by any means
these n_ggas really broke, they ain’t never seen a fifty_piece
fired mei ling, then i had to flee the scene (skrrt_skrrt_skrrt)
i’ma choke her so she wanna pay a fee (wanna pay the fee)
coachin’ hoes, yeah, i’m tryna get a ring
just blew a n_gga rent all up on some lean, godd_mn
i’m sippin’ mud with my mud brothers
gang and them, we don’t trust none of you new n_ggas
f_ck with him, stuck with him, duck with him
gave him fifteen all [?] (godd_mn)
now his mama cryin’, now she really miss him
whole gang full of f_ggots and some snakes
stinc team, yeah, the gang, yeah, we winnin’ (gang and them)
check the score, sore winner on these n_ggas

[chorus: duffy]
these n_ggas scary, why they speakin’ on the team?
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh_t be make believe
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out my jeans
n_gga (n_gga, n_gga)
like why these broke scary n_ggas always speakin’ on the team? (yeah)
b_tch, f_ck (we ain’t doin’ all that, n_gga)
as if they ever slid on us, all that sh_t be make believe, n_gga (b_tch, scoreboard is not even, n_gga)
smoke with me, what we on? i’m tryna roll him in this leaf, b_tch (n_gga, where the opps at, n_gga?)
sh_t
neck dancin’, stick pokin’, racks bustin’ out the jeans
[outro: duffy]
all these opps broke as f_ck, n_gga, and scary as f_ck, n_gga
n_gga
f_ck a n_gga talkin’ ’bout, n_gga?
n_gga ain’t never came to say h_llo or none of that, n_gga
dead homies, n_gga, be outside every day, n_gga
on bunk, n_gga
ayy, young bull, what’s up with these n_ggas, bro?
what’s up with these n_ggas, bro?
these n_ggas swear to god like they really doin’ somethin’, bro, we run la, n_gga
n_gga

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