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letra de gulag/run it up pt. 2 - young ez

[verse 1: young ez]
put some pressure on these n-ggas
cause n-ggas thought i was playing
i don’t feature with these n-ggas
these n-ggas get straight to paying
i can’t ever fall off, so you know i’m forever staying
i’m k!lling phantoms in my dreams
and my demons i get to slaying
i ain’t ever need no b-tch
cause my money always obeying
i ain’t never need no love
cause the hate always overweighting
and i ain’t ever gave a f-ck, i’ve been tired of long waiting
but you know i’m impatient, tell me what the f-ck you saying
and thеse b-tches want my love and attеntion
music my passion, these rap n-ggas fake
they celebrity, they steading acting
try to diss me and the mobb then
you know we get to blasting, i’m not flexing ’bout sh-t
i’ma let this bread get to stacking like a bakery
these n-ggas ain’t real, these n-ggas faking g
tryna buy a chain on these n-ggas the sh-t like slavery
my momma always prayed but the lord ain’t even saving me
used to be days where i starved would never eat
what is real will prosper get that sh-t tatted up with some ink
these n-ggas going down, like titanic these n-ggas sink
tryna buy my ho chanel, not victoria secret pink
these b-tches want my attention
these b-tches can’t get a link
smoking on some big gas, and you know that sh-t stink
stepping on these n-ggas heads
cause these n-ggas try and overthink
i’m the highest in the room my sh-t low, like a ch-nk
aye, p-ssy n-gga what?
what the f-ck you think?
but i’m in my mode, these n-ggas not stopping me
i got the cheat codes, i don’t even want that b-tch she a cheap hoe
pass her to the gang she for the streets though
beat a n-gga ass and take his chain like i’m deebo
and i’m shooting sh-t like i’m motherf-cking d. rose
these n-ggas want some therapy, no chemo
if you want smoke, you know where i stay
if not ask his b-tch, (what?) cause she know
[young ez]
i be f-cking on these n-ggas b-tches
i’ma pass this sh-t to my n-gga dez you know
he about to snap on this b-tch
its a wrap on this b-tch
you know what i’m saying? gang sh-t
no lame sh-t, spray you like a stain b-tch
oouuu, okay

[verse 2: wgmp dez]
talking out his neck get his boo sn-tched
internet beef don’t make me send him to the gulag
see me off the sh-t they like d-mn n-gga who that?
wxlf gxng dez smoking woods yeah we do that
need a sawed-off so a n-gga can get blew back
ay, and we really with the sh-t though
run through a n-gga kick back and run his sh-t bro
hit my brother blizzo he was tryna hit a l!ck oh!
pull the glizzy, run his pockets man you know how this go
mmm, and we never ever stopping gorilla hills
hit my cousin and you know we copping
get a couple bands at the mall then i’m shopping
rockstar d-ck b-tch she know what she be topping
chilling off the gas don’t get me heated or i’m locked in
ay, yeah i’m locked in
[verse 3: blizzo]
you a bead ass n-gga you ain’t even got no bread
baby k knock him down leave a n-gga with no legs
laser beam on the mop we gon’ hit you in yo dreads
i be tweaking off the drugs, and bro be popping the meds
b-tch, this money on me c-cky but i ain’t ever gon’ change
red all around my heart, but that sh-t be filled with rage
n-gga talking out his neck, i grab the clip and he get flammed
play this b-tch like an atari but this sh-t is not no game
how the f-ck you saying you riding? you ain’t even play yo part
n-ggas thinking this sh-t sweet we gon pull up in the dark
got a beam on the chop, laser aim it at yo heart
and i barely got the time, so i ain’t even gon start b-tch

- young ez

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