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yung havøc - act up! lyrics

d_mn son
havoc wake the h_ll up

(verse 1: yung havøc)

all these f_ckers on my d_ck
always love to talk sh_t
and be toxic
stay six feet away from me
just like quarantine
people look at me like they
never seen a white boy rap
don’t talk sh_t or i’m finna show you
how to act
they laugh at me now what’s funny is
how they finna act
when they see me get up there
on the billboard charts
making more then they thought (d_mn son)

can’t tell mе what to do cause i done decidеd

(verse 2: dep_xoph)

nah i mean havoc’s, i ain’t mr steal ya b_tch
but i can act savage
write me up in your book, make me up a passage
paragraph, has it
(b_tch quit f_ckin around, get yo racks up)
they be like act up, than get smashed up, b_tch you get passed up
they don’t want yo ass now, you is plastic
b_tch like i be knockin up at yo door
shoot you with my nine, leave you bleeding on the floor
i go run on up out the door, with nothing left behind
f_ck b_tch you got jacked, straight blasted
don’t you know who am i’m?
(i’m n0body actually but i’ma pass this sh_t to wolf)

(verse 3: tornwolftw)

let me talk sh_t
b_tch ass n_ggas can’t step to me
you views
i got real life view
on everything that you wanna do
not the typa sh_t that you’d ever get
money can’t spin the block
but i bet my n_ggas can
(beat cut)
ima crashout
you a loudmouth
i’ll burn yo whole crib down
if you try an f_ck with me
(beat on)
can’t buck with me
nothing but the greatest in the room
stomp yo head in
leave a red dent
and make you heaven sent
(verse 4: 999vlonequinn)

boy you just a loose screw
you ain’t got no money so don’t talk to me, you ain’t got no loot
you ain’t got no bread so dont hit my cell
ima show him his saving grace, pray on my downfall ima send that boy to h_ll
gotta keep it up (huh) can’t end up in jail
tho i almost did (haaaaa)
got my twin by my side and we makin hit, after hit
got that real money this ain’t counterfeit
pleed the fifth, and im back said i’d quit
i still might, do the dash on yall boys leave yall in the pit
beat her guts, make em rip, sending shots, empty the clip
pull up on the scene ima blow up his shi ima shoot up the party i empty the clip
bartender, need a sip im just yappin off the rip
im just sippin on the wok, now its purple in my p_ss
now im ballin, making cash. my life story broke to rich
thats yo b_tch, she be suckin on the kid for a tip
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(verse 5: markel davis)

usually i be humble
but i’m tired of being quiet
when i’m with the squad
there is a chance of riot
you can’t read my mind
you are far from a psychic
b_tches come at me
but they ain’t even my side chick
n_ggas tryna f_ck with me
tryna bring out the dog in me

say you want the smoke but i’ll turn you into ash
if we aren’t friends then i’ll leave you in the past
don’t ever try to act like you know me you don’t
tryna stay in my lane ain’t worried bout a hoe
man who the f_ck they think they playin with
why the f_ck they talking sh_t
alright i think we’re done here

- yung havoc lyrics

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