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tec-9 - local 580 burn 'em like a bitch كلمات الأغنية

[lil’ ya talking]
yeah, uhh, like that like that y’all
local five-ezight-o house
check it out

[lil’ ya]
slangin’ boo-koo rock’s
this dope game will never stop
i got my glock c-cked!
ready to pop ’til they all drop
because they be reppin’ on me mane
they think i’m sellin’ birds
but i only got halves in my hand
i’m gettin’ paid pushin’ this white sh-t
i had to put that iron on a n-gga
cuz he tried to do a f-ckin’ hit
i left his brains hangin’
his blood stankin’
all over the place
i put the tec in his f-ckin’ face
what about that glock?
so you know i got to stack my ends
gotta get my benz! can’t f-ck around
with no friends!
because they bring me back luck
now doogie get on the mic and
let me hear ya rip it up!

[b.g.]
yeah, yeah, yeah
n-gga’s playa hate like some hoes
talk behind yo f-ckin’ back
big mouth, shoe showin’
mouth at that yak-yak
i’m bout ya, try to put somethin’ in yo game
f-ckin’ up yo p-ssy that’s lame
but at the same time, they just make sh-t longer
spinnin’ time with nine
that make ya game stronger
all up in my d-ck, action take it to the street
leave brains on the concrete, slang f-ckin’ heat
cuz i’m bout that drama, believe it are you sick?
if you ever test me, then yo wig gone get split
representin’ valence, baby gangster comin’ up
slipped you get plucked
trip you get f-cked
that’s just how that go
slipped you get plucked
catch a head full of slugs
lost boo-koo blood
the hood done took me under
as a b.g. try’na be an o.g
yo, yo come down b

[lil’ ya]
b-32!!!!

[baby]
b-32, i’m in this motherf-cker
stompin’ out the third, i got some birds now

[lil’ ya]
have you heard

[baby]
o’l ninth ward n-gga’s just stung
got my hands, on a crate full of guns
i’m bout to bring ’em uptown to the

[lil’ ya]
upt!

[baby]
i’m bringin’ ’em in the jets
where these n-gga’s like to split me
lil’ ya?

[lil’ ya]
wusup?

[baby]
got to get this n-gga chuck and
pluck him with the nine to
the fat b-tch duck
fat b-tch!
duck sick, tape him up quick and
bring him in the calio and
burn ’em like a b-tch
cuz i don’t have no love for no
trick -ss b-tch and
i don’t give a f-ck if it’s a n-gga or a b-tch
so drop, release uhh
daddy i got to have it
let my b.g. straight and go grab it
i plucked him in the chest for nothin’
just cuz a n-gga didn’t have nothin’
la cool, jack’s a fool
chuck you the loose, that’s the rule fool

[kilo-g]
bluka! bluka! to all my enemies
drop-a, these n-gga’s won’t stop-a
until i start to pop-a
it’s the g motherf-cker so clear the block
when i fly through this motherf-cker and
up the glock, eyes fire blazed
when i bust up on a fool -ss n-gga
who thought he was bigger
but now, he taste my trigger
the clip, that split him from
his motherf-ckin’ lip
to the top of his dome
i had to send him home
ain’t no funnies in steel
within the c-o sniper
snortin’ on that chalk, always to keep me hyper and
the ki’s oh please, i push them on the freeze
but now a brother straight twerkin’ peas
ha-ha cheese, is what i stack and
i want to make more-a
g’s it’s what behind me showin’ a n-gga much love
but these two little figners he’ll do yo -ss in
cuz he holdin’ on a mack-10 motherf-cka!

[mannie fresh]
i’m the bomb like oklahoma
n-gga, ya wann-a come against
the seventh ward big baller
hot like syphilis
funky like donkey p-ss
b-tch put yo mouth on my d-ck and kiss
where the sun don’t shine
n-gga meet the nine
red beam on my team

[b.g.]
all the time

[mannie fresh]
so here’s the deal n-gga
if you’s a real n-gga
freeze the hoe sh-t, before ya get k!lled n-gga
so peace to the motherf-ckin’ real
keep yo knife under yo pillow and
pack yo steel

[mannie fresh talking]
yo wusup i got to hollar at
doogie young -ss, he up in here
lil’ wayne young -ss, he up in here
ya old -ss, f-ckin’ them hoes
burnin’ them hoes
breakin’ them hoes
ha-ha-ha
$lu buddy up in this b-tch
white boy mark
baby, b-32 up in here
slim, all them n-ggas
everbody, o’dell
up in this b-tch
fingers fast
o’dell, must beat his meat
fingers fast as a motherf-cker

[baby]
that whole 6 & b cl!ck
my n-gga nine
that vl street, that whole lil’ posse
that mac melph calio

[mannie fresh]
all them project hoes

[baby]
and umm, if i nailed ‘cha
i’ma nail ya again, i told ya
ha-ha, ain’t no secret
much love to my sister tamyra
it’s all good, lil’ ya and his children
tec and his kid’s kid’s kid’s

- tec 9

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