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problemchild tez - name of e lyrics

[intro]
guaranteed (this guarantee)

[chorus]
might knock off your man’s if i catch him slippin’ (don’t walk)
i don’t know ’bout them bodies
quit talkin’ to me (quit talkin’)
and we murder for high, we ain’t murder for cheap (cheap)
on the hunt for big dawg, we don’t prey on the weak (don’t prey on the—)
won’t say it again, need to keep this sh_t street (street)
if a mess on this block, you a brain in the street (in the street)
four choppers, two deep, the driver and me on your street (rrrt)
f_ck the tracker, we slidin’ for weeks (when we slide)
you gon’ die if you speak up on e (you gon’ die)
can’t stop the youngins they gon’ tweak (they tweakin’)
don’t none of you p_ssies want beef (at all)
get out, we gon’ hop out on feet (on feet)
get up closе, leave his brains on the sеat (on the seat)
when it’s danger you just holler out “murder”
know we wrappin’ sh_t up, we ain’t talkin’ ’bout no mummy

[verse 1]
popped a perc, now he down to go slide (down)
and he ready for war, man, this b_tch out here pluckin’ (swear to god?)
my smokin’ with who? ain’t no smoke that i’m duckin’ (ain’t nowhere)
got k!llers on go, don’t be pushin’ my b_ttons (don’t push it)
them switches go crazy from the push of a b_tton (a push)
however it go, you know i’m with it, i’m thuggin’ (i’m thuggin’)
if the b_tch in my hand, he lookin’, i’m clutchin’ (i’m clutchin’)
if he make the wrong flinch, i’ma up, get to bustin’ (rrrt)
take a mexican drac’ and that b_tch here russian (russian)
his soul got took (boom), that was just repercussion (boom)
all they heard was a boom and then was a scream (ahh)
take a n_gga that got chopped and they tapin’ the scene (the scene)
they just f_cked up they block with them tracers and beams (rrrt)
the reason he died? (rrrt) for makin’ a meme
got his face on his shirt, he created the theme
can’t come on my side, the f_ck do you mean?
[chorus]
might knock off your man’s if i catch him slippin’ (if i catch him slippin’)
i don’t know ’bout them bodies
quit talkin’ to me
and we murder for high, we ain’t murder for cheap (at all)
on the hunt for big dawg, we don’t prey on the weak (we don’t prey on them)
won’t say it again, need to keep this sh_t street (street)
if a mess on this block, you a brain in the street (the street)
four choppers, two deep (two deep, yeah), the driver and me on your street (on the street)
f_ck the tracker, we slidin’ for weeks (for weeks)
you gon’ die if you speak up on e (you gon’ die)
can’t stop the youngins they gon’ tweak (they tweakin’)
don’t none of you p_ssies want beef (at all)
get out, we gon’ hop out on feet (on feet)
get up close, leave his brains on the seat (on the seat)
when it’s danger you just holler out “murder” (murder)
know we wrappin’ sh_t up, we ain’t talkin’ ’bout no mummy (at all)

[verse 2]
we all got motion and money (money)
ain’t no rules, they all know how we comin’ (they comin’)
f_ck that talkin’, we whack your big homie (we whack him)
i’m a real n_gga, no jabroni (at all)
really rockstar or a stoner (livin’ that)
i been a problem, ask my mama (my mama)
n_gga pop sh_t for the summer (the summer), while i pop sh_t all season (for the season)
through the window, i up it and squeeze it
you get caught at the store, n_gga, die for some cookies (die)
why the f_ck is you loafin’? you ain’t beef with no rookie (at all)
rocked some n_ggas that crippin’ more harder than [?] (they crippin’)
for the sh_t that you say they gon’ pop out your bushes (bushes)
what city, what gang want war with my bullets?
in another n_gga town with a switch in my hoodie (in my hoodie)
before we do a show, we gon’ come through the back (back)
you ain’t hear what i said, then play this sh_t back (play it back)
no still on the [?], this b_tch goin’ flat (flat)
man, the opps be broke
n_gga, can’t show a rack (can’t show it)
if i show you my safe, then i’m thuggin’, on mack (on max)
my n_gga say you bucked, you can’t get this sh_t back (can’t get— back)
flyin’ in a 300, that is no scat (scat)
we the first to come through in them cat’s and them track’s (track)
with a door full of losé, the paper for rats
[chorus]
might knock off your man’s if i catch him slippin’ (skrrt)
i don’t know ’bout them bodies
quit talkin’ to me (don’t talk)
and we murder for high (what?), we ain’t murder for cheap
on the hunt for big dawg, we don’t prey on the weak (we don’t prey on the weak)
won’t say it again, need to keep this sh_t street (keep this sh_t street)
if a mess on this block, you a brain in the street (the street)
four choppers, two deep (two deep), the driver and me on your street (me on your street)
f_ck the tracker, we slidin’ for weeks (slide)
you gon’ die if you speak up on e (you gon’ die)
can’t stop the youngins they gon’ tweak (they tweakin’)
don’t none of you p_ssies want beef (at all)
get out, we gon’ hop out on feet (on feet)
get up close, leave his brains on the seat (on the seat)
when it’s danger you just holler out “murder” (murder)
know we wrappin’ sh_t up, we ain’t talkin’ ’bout no mummy

[verse 3]
man, put that little sh_t up
you ain’t showin’ no money (money)
i could break out a load, gaffles, hundreds (hundreds)
you n_ggas be prankers
i’m sick of the stuntin’ (the stuntin’)
drop a bag on who? i’ma come for that money (guarenteed)
you n_ggas be goofies, rabbits, bunny (i’ma come, don’t cheese, drop your face)
got a price on my head, n_gga, double that sh_t
say he lookin’ for me, n_gga, come through the dixie

- problemchild tez

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