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Jayo Felony - Hurt That Nigga lyrics
f/ Soopafly [Jayo Felony] Shut up nigga. Pass that muthafuckin weed Let's go ride on this nigga homie, cuz There go one right there loc Get that nigga Bring your muthafuckin ass, NIGGA! I knew I was gonna have a whole lot of drama After the first baby mama Rob four all the titty member how they did beloved mama Killed the bitch (?) come back from the dead with flies in ya mouth Buried the body, sold the house, then I fly down south My family don't understand me Killed them and me Punchin holes in the wall forgot a ran and nose candy We cold-hearted and strong, you heartless and wrong And I'm sniffin in shit tell the cartilage is gone I'm the stone cold heavyweight that'll bait you in Put you down with my team fool, and make you win I laid the Cut with mouth shut 47 sprayed Prepare for the outcome and pray for my prey Then we getting shotty kill a bitin nigga with Young Gotti Then we eat a pork chop meal and we all dead body With extra gravy nigga, bottles said he couldn't save me nigga Ya man done tried to grab the gun and made me killa, yeah! [Chorus: Jayo] (2x) Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga Put some bitches all in to work that nigga Take my .38 special and red shirt that nigga [Soopafly] Niggas better step the fuck back I'm ready for war Napalm bomb strickin close range I'm raw You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par I teach y'all the Soopafly ways of the law Let me shimmy shake rock whether you like it or not You lay up with hoes I make a bitch sleep on a cot Top of the chart, the underground straight from the pound I bust by round by round by round and round I'm in concert for servin niggas get yo ticket I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket Watch out, I stick like stuck-o Make 'em say "uh oh" Motto is to trust no bitch you let the mutt go Yo, I stay crackin, shut yo trap black and stay back in Yo I break 'em you rack 'em Bitches, I mack 'em Bit game, I'm gonna teach you latnum Niggas talk shit I put on my dance shoes and tap 'em Niggas get broked up crapped out Bent over with your backs out I circle like a track route I screw more niggas than a frat house Joined to camp to step up to get stepped, Yo [Chorus: Soopafly] (2x) (3rd line changes to bitches 2nd time) Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga I send some hoes, man, to work that nigga Pull out the .4-5 special and red shirt that nigga [Bridge: ??] Some niggas come right some niggas come wrong We can (?) until the dawn On and on and on and on Blast until the breath is gone [Soopafly] If it's death that you want it's death that you gettin Good life and good riddins, get them wigs to splittin I measure niggas for they casket fits Past tenants get erased off the face of the earth Killin for turf The "Cha cha" give it up quick Double up, I double my grip Quicker than set trip Get wet tip of my tech rips ya neck Gents fall it hit y'all Like six draw, leavin bullets on the wall [Jayo Felony] Try to set me up and blast me Couldn't get past me I heard someone shot 'im up with body acid, nasty Talk shit but you ran, nigga you shook wit it I take the RI Saprano and shoot you wit it Killa, I spit this shit fo' real, nigga get back No more eattin egg yolk I put sick to the six pack I'm harder than the hardest hardcore nigga get ya shit right Or get your project bricks clipped tonight, bitch [Chorus: Jayo] Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga Put some bitches all in to work that nigga Take my .38 special and red shirt that nigga [Chorus: Soopafly] Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga I'll send some hoes over to work that nigga Pull out the .4-5 special and red shirt that nigga |
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