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ABM Lyrics - Artist : EST Gee
I know nine hundred and sixty two reasons
Why you can't come up these We condone in chipes I know these sticks gone sweep him off his feet EST the streets they know we get money and killing beef All my opps is rappers ain't no shit they tryna kill a beat [?] on several links you with us or against us Burning bridges niggas in the middle get left in the riff a glizzy With the switches it take like four seconds to shoot 50 And refresh they inside I hope they see me dead or going to prison Refreshing all my pictures icy like December winter Sliding with my niggas we don't see our opps and drop the window We gone hop out get em' got yo fastest man now running semi We in parties tripping please don't walk up asking for no pictures I turned up the city all the killers wanna lock in with me They see bop ins in spinners see yo big dog [?] Big bro pop them slows and get on bull shit with his choppa We gone shoot regardless don't get caught out with yo momma And we still throw up C's for Con Gang home of the robbers And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down popping And I drop off that guala make them come knock off yo custom And all ya'll know who shot ya'll tell the opps pick up they partners A.I with the choppa shooting steady when you popping It always been bout money always been fuck all outsiders Big bro pop them slows and get on bull shit with his choppa We gone shoot regardless don't get caught out with yo momma And we still throw up C's for Con Gang home of the robbers And niggas know they gambling with they life coming down popping And I drop off that guala make them come knock off yo custom And all ya'll know who shot ya'll tell the opps pick up they partners A.I with the choppa shooting steady when you popping It always been bout money always been fuck all outsiders |
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