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Guerilla Maab - Everybody Gone Know lyrics
feat. Lil' B [Trae] Guerilla Maab in the trunk, when I'm whipping the boulevard Rearrange the block when I swang and bang, I'm gripping grain Banging Maan when the cd change, and leave stains till a motherfucker Know my name I'm Lil' Trae, hey nigga what they say The young gun fin to come, tipping up few quay, blue over gray AK's on cock I don't play, on the grind full time to ball and parlay I can flip my tongue, and make a nigga say whoa If you really want plex, what it do here I go Niggas don't no hoes, are coming up out of the Maab Stepping out pimp stripes, laced up with a Dob hat Grab a gat, nigga where the hatas at Like that Mr. Fat Pat, we fin to rat-a-tat To make a nigga blood back, you don't wanna see that I'm fin to be breaking em off, when I click on wax Cocking the glock dropping the top, and making em up out the box And body rocking the lot, and leaving a nigga shot When I step out, bitch niggas be on the run Nigga come and get some, you don't really want none I'm a thug nigga, fucking with me you fin to get sprayed I'm screwed up and throwed off, and gone in the brain Representing my click, to the fullest everyday all day Stepping to us, fifteen coming your way Shotgun blast, keep a nigga moving it fast When I set it off, making a nigga feel like trash Guerilla Maab competitors stand, and hitting yeah And if a nigga don't know, I'm fin to be breaking yeah Pretty licking yes a nigga, what you be talking about I'ma ride for the South, till the house get burned down Shut down, nigga be coming way too throwed You know Guerilla Maab made niggas, out of control [Chorus - 2x] Everybody gon know, that my click gon set it off Balling out |
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