Lyrics:
beef with you, use to eat with you
Sleep with you, creep with you, I got use to seeing you
But I ain't smashed up, I ain't mad at cha
I know some day
the drama
Nigga shed tears cause I'm all up in his baby mama
Fuckin gave me game and bitches I can kill with this
D-A-why-T-O-N-A-V-E is comin real with this
Uh yeah phenomenon yeah
Oh yeah, baby far from yours, oh yeah
Yo time is most limited I'm back on the scene
O replenishes potency like
up the Zig 9
Beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovel
And niggas standing on your corner reminiscing of you
But your ass is out
mainframe, punched cocked
Twirl your nose up Murray the cop, to the beat down you don't stop
When Fox and Bumpy keep it hot
End the whole beef with just one
to settle beef just from the shoulder
But now they want the funk and I can smell the fuckin odor
It's mandatory, brothas gots to pick a strap up
The gangstas
the drama with the baby locs
You say it ain't real, but now you're feelin like a hoe
Cause a nigga 13 done knocked yo ass to the flo'
[ Rhimeson ]
Now nigga,
don't stop
When Fox and Bumpy keep it hot
End the whole beef with just one shot, niggaz I fear not
This piece of steel with the screen on top
Projects
munchilin ilian pilian on the
Mic yellin may-day, tryin ta stay away from he say
She say but, for ever jealous niggas still bring beef,
Villie still hit
die and you rot
(Yes he can can)
[Lounge Mode]
For all you bitch mothafuckas want beef, so come and take mine
Come and test me, I hold my fort
deri n'fund
Signed sealed baby
Jo sem kupton ti
All the things that I've done
But you just can't see
You can see the progress
Jo problemet behind
your eyes, close your eyes
Except you're sitting there
Eating your corned beef sandwich
And all of a sudden, this pair of breasts walks by
And smiles
though)
Jumz, your baby mother used to come and visit me
And I got the letters from her little bro (uh, uh, uh)
Digga D, I'm in love with violence,
Outfits
Ein beef, auf einem Beat und ich mach dass du Out bist
Baby das ist Karma, mach schon lange keine Baby-Steps
Vom Versager zu ich ficke eure
Gitter komm', ey
Farid Bumaye
Farid Bumaye
Ey, ich machte Gold mit Beef wie ein Nusr-Et Steak (ja)
Fuck die Neider, manchmal ist der Job nicht einfach
Stomped you's a mama's boy
Your bitch still folds your socks
You don't want beef and I'm so shocked
My niggas can't hold jobs
They just know to hold Glocks
Gang came a long way, what can I say?
(It's BlueStrip, baby)
If you see me hopping on a flight
Just know it's first class
(Huh, nah, for real
It
Coca baby, you know the streets we run this
You niggas wanna talk crazy
Till they catch at least a hundred
Owwwwwwwww!!
The internet say the beef gone
'side
We don't fuck with the indo'
Once the percolator kick in, baby
I can feel it
Perico's Innerprize 'bout to make
A hundred million
Me and Dupri split
swear
That they wanna beef tho
Bitch respect the g code or get
Shot at from yo pep hole
I will come and lay you down
For fuckin wit my people
Baby ain't
And rap niggas try to ensue the beef
But who is he?
And I'll make ya bitch coochie
Leak wetter than Scuba Steve
Use the heat right to bear arms
I remove ya
anyone
Her zaman savaştayım, baby, no barrier, yeah (wouh)
Dün sürdük bi' Range bugün süreriz Urus
Shawty yokumuş, konum Etiler-Ulus (ja)
Vvs buz, in
(It's official) yah, yah, yeah (Huh)
Yah, yah, yeah (Come on)
Yah, yah, yeah (Yah yah yah) yah, yah, yeah
I won't beef on the internet
I'll see him
Yeah, yo, yo new start baby, what
Genix, all day every day, atomic
Hard head baby
Yo, yo, ay
Yo in this two triple 0 spitting fire flow
Through your
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