Correction Lyrics Internet Punch by Zelly Ocho

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(Shoutout lambda)
Yeah
(Чототам)
Yeah
I ain't gone [?] they shot
(Hi pink)
Somebody got popped
Huh

Yeah, internet beef, yeah, internet beef
Yeah, internet beef, yeah, internet beef
Yeah, we in the streets, yeah, we in the streets
Yeah, we in the streets

Fat-a** n***a, he tryna hate on me
I don't even know that lil' boy, he the tryna claim the V
These n***as might blow, yeah, best two out of three
He used to hang with me, hе used to hang with me
He usеd to hang with me, now he hate me
N***as cut off, they can't hang with the V
They can't even claim 14 if they don't know Trippie
They can't claims bloods, they hang with a broke P
Yeah, these n***as be petty, think I'm worried 'bout codeine
Yeah, I done been bool with the demons
I done been cool with the angels
N***as can die for no reason
Making that b*t*h bend her ankles
Put your bro in a pack and we leaving
I been smoking on opps all day, smoking on all opps all weekend
Boy, I came up off beef
These n***as said they lame, n***a, I been knew that
Yeah, n***a can't claim the gang, I know he a rat
Yeah, I been in the streets
Yeah, I been with the beef, I ain't even know why he DM me
I put that boy on a shirt, I'm tryna be on a poster in NYC
N***as ain't rappers, they thieves, these not Amiri, two thousand the jeans
N***a don't play with me, I send his soul to God
Send his soul to God, send his soul to God, God
Send his soul to God
You ain't with the VLAD, you better decide
Yeah, internet beef, yeah, internet beef
Yeah, internet beef, yeah, internet beef
Yeah, we in the streets, yeah, we in the streets
Yeah, we in the streets
Yeah, we in the streets, yeah, we in the streets

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