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Gibby Stites ft. Jamie Madrox, Boondox, and Blaze - U Can Miss Me (Official Music Video)

Gibby Stites ft. Jamie Madrox, Boondox, and Blaze - U Can Miss Me (Official Music Video) Purchase The 13th Wonder EP at https://www.MNEStore.com​ Stream/Download: https://found.ee/13thwonder​ Stay connected with Gibby:   / gibbystites​​     / gibbystites​​     / gibbystites​​      / gibbystites​​   Credits: Written and Performed by Gibby Stites, Jamie Madrox, Boondox, and Blaze Ya Dead Homie Produced & Mixed by Str8Jaket Mastered by Fritz "The Cat" Van Kosky Lyrics: Yo the rhymes in my mind are always hard Never pretending to be anything but expressin my thought No we’re nothin in death but that life was legit And I ain’t stoppin so you can miss me with all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit Woke up quick at like 3:02 long night writing rhymes mixing weed and brew the boys in the hood always rolling up good yea you already know what we gonna do we spit truth not no fiction underground rap’s my jurisdiction I’m the judge the executioner so I’m deucing ya if we catch you slipping show you what the game’s been missing follow blueprints never lose the mission miss me with all of that bullshit I don’t even need another crucifixion cruising down the street in my hooptie juggalettes yelling “come scoop me” hopped off the highway on 7 mile got me feeling like I’m living in a movie miss me with all of that BS dude rhymes go back like a PS2 hear how we living and you see this too you ain’t lived half the shit we been through I ain’t spitting shit that I don’t live lace them J’s up don’t trip start appreciating all that we creating stop tripping on the things that we don’t give roll the windows down and let the alpine play bumping new shit by Majik Ninja every day, Ay Johnny Blaze I got the hottest hits y’all be hating like a lotta bit go ahead and quote me boy why cause I done said a lotta shit Yo the rhymes in my mind are always hard Never pretending to be anything but expressin my thought No we’re nothin in death but that life was legit And I ain’t stoppin so you can miss me with all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit Go on swerve and hit tha curb yeah you can miss me bitch. with all tha tough talkin mouthin off with all that shit. I grab tha sawed off click, now are ya gettin the message Some of y'all don't fuckin understand unless I'm gettin aggressive hit like an antidepressant I have ya switchin emotions. went from pissed off to pleasant a little bitch from ferocious dear Mary Jesus and Joseph when will these motha fuckas get it I keep pitchin underhand will one of the motha fuckas hit it. Ya hate me cause my paint is tatted on yo bitches thigh. and she rub it while she rub it so ya wishin I would die shit and I ain’t ever meet her I don't even know her name but if she got love for the Heathen then I'm really glad she came and you a motha fuckin lame with all that hootin and hollerin I hear you say my name and I'll be shootin ya car again - so miss me with the kiddie shit and all that chatter. let me check tha bio. I shoulda known ya was a rapper. Yo the rhymes in my mind are always hard Never pretending to be anything but expressin my thought No we’re nothin in death but that life was legit And I ain’t stoppin so you can miss me with all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit You can you can miss me you can miss me all that shit Yo All that bullshit is For them birds toss em weed seeds Fresh from a pound of brown reggies from the 90’s Certified original like candy paint on Chevy doors Pancake on switches let them bitches Go an count the spokes A hundred twenty off on them twenty twos Mashing thru White wall shoes diamond flake Metallic blue Still rocking with them ak’s an m4’ s an desert eagles Putting muthafuckaz on ice my aim is lethal Gone catch me in the regal busting out the sunroof You fucking with a legend the truth 200 proof absolute ethanol take the chrome to ya jaw Bust open ya damn skull right in front of the law Ain’t even playing can’t even hear a damn thing that your saying Miss me with that shit cause I’m deaf to the all hating I’m oblivious 2 bitches ain’t close to my shine miss me with that bullshit all you bitches is dying