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vythe - 60 miles (remix) #freelilrt lyrics

[intro]
i ain’t give birth to ya’ son but i made ’em
these n_ggas copy, verbatim
tweaked off the pills, think yo’ ass need some kratom
these industry f_ckers so fake, f_ckin’ hate ’em
you got them straps but don’t show ’em
you got them sticks, never tote ’em
i keep a pole like a totem
tossin’ and throwin’ these packs, i’m the plug like a modem
i keep a pole like a totem
tossin’ and throwin’ these packs_
keep a pole like a totem
tossin’ and throwin’ these packs, i’m the plug like a modem

[chorus]
if you ain’t shootin’ sh_t
rt momma, get the f_ck up off my d_ck
100 round, hit ’em with the glock
we gon’ take ’em down
100 round, copyright yo’ song, i’m gon’ take it down
if 12 get behind me, you gon’ eat 60 f_ckin rounds

[verse]
get off yo’ ass, you pathetic
say you don’t know me, my name in the credits
how you grown but you type like dyslexic
it’s up, leave it there, no, i don’t wanna dead it
i ain’t give birth to ya’ son but i made ’em
these n_ggas copy, verbatim
tweaked off the pills, think yo’ ass need some kratom
these industry f_ckers so fake, f_ckin’ hate ’em
you got them straps but don’t show ’em
you got them sticks, never tote ’em
i keep a pole like a totem
tossin’ and throwin’ these packs, i’m the plug like a modem
don’t f_ckin’ play, b_tch, you know where i stay
i’m in the motherf_ckin’ a
you want some smoke, fl!ck the ash in the tray
want them bands or i’m buckin’, i need it today
i’m puffin’ down that zaza while posted at the plaza
b_tch, you ain’t in the field, you a n0body
if it wasn’t for me, you’d be n0body
shut yo’ lip ’cause i’m whippin’ that widebody
main in the front, in the back? that’s my side body
you ain’t no mother, i’m callin’ up cps
gettin p_ssy? why not try some pbs
she doin’ tricks on my d_ck like a bmx
got a muzzle but bark like its dmx
feel like osama, a young n_gga love to flex
drop the pin, we on go, b_tch, you know the rest
how yo’ song got more motion than you?
you a joke, hate to tell you the truth
forcin’ a jit just to cap in a booth
missin’ his mother and missin’ his tooth
don’t hit me line, just hit my cash app
sh_t, i just [?] bounce back
you talk on my fans, you got yo’ ass clapped
i need the bricks, i need to cash that
i’m makin’ plays, i feel like [?]
i send a jug to drop yo’ ass that
i send a jug to drop yo’ ass that
[chorus]
if you ain’t shootin’ sh_t
rt momma, get the f_ck up off my d_ck
100 round, hit ’em with the glock
we gon’ take ’em down
100 round, copyright yo’ song, i’m gon’ take it down
if 12 get behind me, you gon’ eat 60 f_ckin rounds

- vythe lyrics

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