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letra de situations - pablo lior (ft. pasto tae)

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[intro}
long live tubanga
yeah

[chorus]

i lose my mind wit the stick
n-ggas shoot blind when they hit
you better come correct
because i’m dyin’ for dis sh-t
i done lost time for dis sh-t
ain’t you the same n-ggas that be hiding when we slide
because ya’ll tired of dis sh-t
(x2)

[verse1: pablo lior]

check the score, my n-ggas winnin’ by a whole lot
ya’ll n-ggas b-tches, ya’ll be runnin’ like the flow hot
said they steady swingin’, that is somethin’ that i know’s not
just pay attention, i’m a n-gga wit a cold heart
i swear to god the opposition get they dance on
cause when we get the bl!ckin’, they twitchin’ like this they d-mn song
word around town and for ya’ll, a n-ggas mans gone
turned him into ah o.g, gave him a head stone
most of ya’ll n-ggas ain’t gone shoot it out
you would have better luck finding my crib and shooting it for clout
im off a x, your girl, this double d been puttin’ me down
you boys got h-lla thugs, i know ya’ll think bout k!llin’ me now
see, here’s a lil tip, stay strapped, nothin’ else
cause if i catch you slippin’, you gone need somebody else
and, if i see the witness, imma hit em what whats left
and don’t be wit them kids, cause f-ck them kids
that’s how i feel, see
[pre-chorus: pablo lior]

i’m off this ecstasy, feel like a better me
when i stay up all night, ain’t no goin’ to sleep
and this that master pack, i swear that we got better weed
go grab that pack of master, forgot we got an extra [?]

[chorus]

i lose my mind wit the stick
n-ggas shoot blind when they hit
you better come correct
because i’m dyin’ for dis sh-t
i done lost time for dis sh-t
ain’t you the same n-ggas that be hiding when we slide
because ya’ll tired of dis sh-t
(x2)

[verse2: pasto tae]

we come from the trenches
live life with no limmits
could of did a sentence
free dem n-ggas
hope they beat the system
i got the wildest n-ggas
pull up, crack no smile
we k!llin’
smokin’ black n’ mild, he trippin’
sometimes, i be o.g sippin’
countin’ spinnin’s, f-ckin b-tches
i keep these hoes in they feelin’s
want relations, i ain’t dealin’s
h-ll nah, i ain’t actin’ funny
this the real me, hope you feel it
lately i been goin’ dummy
but this the real me, they don’t get it
bro just hit my facetime wit some blue lines
and said he on a mission
bro just hit my line off a blue line
and said “i got one minute”
i been in my my feelin’s
stayed a hunnid, watched out in them [?]
never fold or mention
know the cold, get back on them pillars
[chorus]

i lose my mind wit the stick
n-ggas shoot blind when they hit
you better come correct
because i’m dyin’ for dis sh-t
i done lost time for dis sh-t
ain’t you the same n-ggas that be hiding when we slide
because ya’ll tired of dis sh-t
(x2)

[outro]
yeah
run it back again caplone

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