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Sumn Lyrics - Artist : Lil Bibby
What they say ya'll, they talking 'bout we promoting the vibe
Why y'all don't worry bout the positive shit You know what I told em look Y'all niggas kill sumn, Y'all niggas steal sumn You wanna merk sumn Y'all niggas drill sumn, You wanna Rob sumn You wanna catch a body You wanna hit her with that shotty In front of everybody Imah a young rich niggas, I wear Rebook I might go move 2 Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out Let me shout out to my haters They hate on me for no reaso If you walk to the car in my hood You better have your keys out I had been though some hard times, I keep it on me at all times I keep a 40 when I'm in LA, and that drink when I'm in the A Ready for war, got racks in the bank, Mess with the gang Get shot in the face, Call up my hitters, they not finna play Last one that tried me got shot in the daytime And I heard something through the great line Them niggas said they gonna take mine But everywhere I go I take mine That's gonna be the reason they stay dyin Got some young niggas they go hard Yea and they gon robb, that's they job Y'all niggas kill sumn, Y'all niggas steal sumn You wanna merk sumn Y'all niggas drill sumn, You wanna Rob sumn You wanna catch a body You wanna hit her with that shotty In front of everybody Imah a young rich niggas, I wear Rebook I might go move 2 Jamaica So I can have my ugly feet out Let me shout out to my haters They hate on me for no reaso If you walk to the car in my hood You better have your keys out Run to find the 12, Run to find the 12, I den been to heaven Buy u everything except a wedding ring, I got homies doing F. D times, in the state right now, They brung old times Everything but its late right now They was on love with me when I came in but I hate right now You was a real nigga back then, but u fake right now U ain't never had a real nigga in your life Ain't never had a real killa in ya life Me and ya money boys pulled out on niggas in braud day When u get money, you know they all hate, if I ate All my niggas all ate I'm the realist out here, some FUCK what y'all say Y'all niggas kill sumn, Y'all niggas steal sumn You wanna merk sumn Y'all niggas drill sumn, You wanna Rob sumn You wanna catch a body You wanna hit her with that shotty In front of everybody Imah a young rich niggas, I wear Rebook I might go move 2 Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out Let me shout out to my haters They hate on me for no reaso If you walk to the car in my hood You better have your keys out I got home boys in the countie fighting years dawg I can't FUCK with nun of these rappers, they to weird dawg I told that label to go suck my dick, they got me pissed off Imah keep selling that shit until I get caught U see my real wrist there, that's brick fair Get me 20K and I'm in there, u know I'm bringin them sticks there Have my money ready when I get there Them niggas betta not start no shit there They get kilt right on there Then we disappear in thin air So they rap bout it, but I'd been there Y'all niggas kill sumn, Y'all niggas steal sumn You wanna merk sumn Y'all niggas drill sumn, You wanna Rob sumn, Y Ou wanna catch a body You wanna hit her with that shotty In front of everybody Imah a young rich niggas, I wear Rebook I might go move 2 Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out Let me shout out to my haters They hate on me for no reaso If you walk to the car in my hood You better have your keys out |
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