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11mob - introduction كلمات الأغنية

i don’t need no introduction beau crispy i’m poppin we bangin it’s over

some people they call me a vlogger a baller a rapper we still taken over

our time is still coming to make an explosion our time will be golden we can’t be controlling

this is our time its maleficent my flow is blessed like it’s heaven sent

all these distractions leave them in my messages

woah

my flow is iconic
rap fast supersonic
these fakes got no logic
possessed like demonic
i’m sick like bubonic
y’all chicken like popeyes
they clowns no mcdonald’s
you say u got racks but my racks they be taller
you poppin off xanny we stay off the molly
they trying to hate but they all be ironic
they not on the grind yet they don’t really want it

all of y’all tryna get b-tches they claiming that they all got chemistry
i’m tryna stick to my grind they tryna steal all my energy
i always try for good relations 11 mob don’t got no enemies
all of them trying to hate when we get rich they’ll remember me
you say you be flexing all gucci
that you at the top but you really don’t do sh-t
all of my people be coolin
you say that you trap out the hood who you foolin
we tryna pull it
better watch out cuz the industry ruthless
gotta watch out for the snakes
you know when you need them they useless

ain’t talking money you wasting my time
young trappers and we on the grind
yung kage live up to the hype
everyone mad that the bag on my mind

bag on mind, b-tch
11 mob one of a kind, b-tch
find me a rack and it mine, b-tch
all of these people switch sides, b-tch

your hoe is my side b-tch
look at us now we be righteous

i’m pulling the trigga me and my gorrilas these b-tches be on me but they all gold diggers
we runnin it up and we runnin it down and we spreading the money like i got the crown
now i’m undefeated like i’m 50 – 0
making racks and we do it for show

i don’t need no introduction beau crispy i’m poppin we bangin it’s over

some people they call me a vlogger a baller a rapper we still taken over

our time is still coming to make an explosion our time will be golden we can’t be controlling

this is our time its maleficent my flow is blessed like it’s heaven sent

all these distractions leave them in my messages

cook something new in the stu, crispy i’m in and i’m out

people keep riding my wave, they all be looking for clout

all of my bands to the roof, call that a real big amount

mans tryna pick up a fight, pop that lil boy in his mouth

i used to f-ck wit em when
i catch a check and i dip
i just focus on the bag
i ain’t tryna get a b-tch

you ain’t making no money
so don’t act like you the sh-t
all my people they be catching checks
now lil crispy getting rich

heaven sent heaven sent heaven sent heaven sent
neva go drip and it’s really wet
hop on your block and i pull the trigger
draco on me and it really bent

fell in love wit the draco
choppa rain like it’s halo
ice paying off your rent
charms looking like a rainbow

all these hoes they be time wasters
see the path get my mind straighter
cut through y’all like an ice breaker
sh-t be cold like an ice skater

dead pres then i make it flip
different place man different chips
water b-tch no liquor sh-t
take your baby no hit or miss

yung kage a blessing
we swim through the lettuce
you got all your problems
we don’t need addressing

you guys in the bas-m-nt
we live in the mansion
they look at moves and they try to take credit
aye, they tryna hop on my wave, aye
i know the i know the way, yuh
bad b-tch gone do what i say, aye
flexing on y’all wit the gang

i don’t need no introduction beau crispy i’m poppin we bangin it’s over

some people they call me a vlogger a baller a rapper we still taken over

our time is still coming to make an explosion our time will be golden we can’t be controlling

this is our time its maleficent my flow is blessed like it’s heaven sent

all these distractions leave them in my messages

my flow is iconic
rap fast supersonic
these fakes got no logic
possessed like demonic
i’m sick like bubonic
y’all chicken like popeyes
they clowns no mcdonald’s
you say u got racks but my racks they be taller
you poppin off xanny we stay off the molly
they tryna hate but they all be ironic
they not on the grind yet they don’t really want it

- 11mob

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