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retch - violence lyrics
[verse 1]
sold a fiend a dummy cause the work was low
candle wax out my grandma crib
i got rich where my grandma live, only sixteen
it’s only six in the morning, i serve sick fiends
n-gg-, and i got school in one hour
i’m up in math cl-ss, high off dumb sour
that was when i used to do the gucci’s
with the [?] jeans on or a pair of newys
when the sidekick was popping i was getting booty
t-mail from the b-tches sending pics’ of coochie
i just got up out of county last sat-rday
then pulled off in a bimmer like my license straight
i did a show now i’m catched in sunny california
whoozy off the juice, xans, and that marijuana
sipping tec out of cactus cooler
i hit a n-gg- with a pack, [?] cat’s shoot ya
soak your hoody with that red sh-t
my n-gg-s dumbing out, wylin on that edge, sh-t
you know that feeling that you get when you work the shotty
and it kick back strong, so it jerk ya body
might be slugs or the buckshots
i’m on stage, selling drugs and tryna duck cops
i’ma f-ck [?] b-tch n-gg-
i’m out in carson, blowing pack with my crip n-gg-s
[hook]
and the story go
if that was lsumped, it was murder that the 40 wrote
and it was n-gg-s at the door you know
supposed to be the n-gg- mans, but they [?]
word on the block is that shorty told
the feds sn-tched the [?] then [?]
and his existence with the rest-tution
cause in the hood you know violence be the resolution
[verse 2]
when y’all was studying for science i was bagging zips
right in the stairs of my building, n-gg- love the [?]
young paranoid n-gg-, [?]
go to cl-ss with 40 bags and i was all for that
i was robbing n-gg-s [?], i was getting ducked
outchea boots, and extorted for a couple bucks
i done got into the [?], like, who could i trust
when them n-gg-s start shooting is you down to bust
if the police come will you keep it shut
and if n-gg-s was to do me would you heat it up
and if i leave you with some bread is you gon’ keep it tucked
or you gon’ run off with my chips and won’t be seen for months
it’s the sh-t a n-gg- think about
toss the stick, grab a fanta, watch me sink a ounce
any second n-gg-s shots to get to ringing out
i was wetting up the crib, tryna sink the house
[hook]
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