No evidence – Comethazine lyrics

Lyrics No evidence – Comethazine

No evidence lyrics
Nigga claim he gonna get me claim he gonna rush me
We outside the spot now nigga time to get ugly
Have him shitting in his pants nigga pass him a hugie
Chopper bullets made him dance look he hitting his dougie
Catch him lacking do your thing then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
‘Cause who gon’ leave some evidence? Nigga I’m not
Paid a hundred for the Forces now it’s blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker bitch I’m not finna wash ’em

She say “Ever since you got rich you act like a dick” (Yeah alright)
Nah bitch that ain’t it I just can’t trust any bitch (Bitch)
Man they think I got a problem ’cause I smoke out the pound
I’ll roll up ’round you niggas and don’t pass it around (No)
And if a nigga got a problem bitch I got the four-pound (Alright)
.38 put eight bullets in it spin it around
Put a potato on the barrel bitch it won’t make a sound (No)
Shoot a nigga like a layup but I’m laying him down (Boom)
Used to post in Edgemount with the gun on my back (Bitch gun on my back)
Bitch I’m on 73rd with an eight ball of crack (With an eight ball of crack)
I did that for a summer the shit was gettin’ kinda wack (Gettin’ kinda wack)
Took some cash from that and bought a MAC then put out a track (Then I put out a track)
Now these bitches they love me and these niggas they hate (Alright)
But that’s okay I’m gettin’ pussy while them boys masturbate (Alright)
I got a chop with a sword slice off his head
Keep stabbing ’til the rest of that boy body is dead

Nigga claim he gon’ get me claim he gon’ rush me (Bitch bitch)
We outside the spot now nigga time to get ugly
Have him shitting in his pants nigga pass him a Huggie
Chopper bullets made him dance look he hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lackin’ do your thing (Yeah) then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
‘Cause who gon’ leave some evidence? Nigga I’m not
Paid a hundred for the Forces now it’s blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker bitch I’m not finna wash ’em
Nigga claim he gon’ get me claim he gon’ rush me (Bitch bitch)
We outside the spot now nigga time to get ugly
Have him shitting in his pants nigga pass him a Huggie
Chopper bullets made him dance look he hitting his Dougie (Boom)
Catch him lackin’ do your thing (Yeah) then clean up the spot (Then clean up the spot)
‘Cause who gon’ leave some evidence? Nigga I’m not
Paid a hundred for the Forces now it’s blood on the bottom
Finna hit the Foot Locker bitch I’m not finna wash ’emmm

Comethazine lyrics

No evidence – Comethazine lyrics
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