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.223jerm – na3na3 كلمات اغاني

[intro]
we on x games mode
b_tch!
it’s pay day fellas!
gang gang gang
gang sh_t, gang b_tch, gang sh_t (gang gang)
gang, gang
gang, gang
gang, gang
gaaang!

[verse 1: .223jerm]
b_tch!
shut the f_ck up (what the f_ck?)
i be toting up these straps right at you bustas (b_b_bop)
how you only selling grams but you a hustla’?
y_you ain’t ever run no streets, you ain’t from gutta’
(gang, gang, gaaang!)

[chorus: .223jerm]
when it comes to fades b_b_b_tch i’m never running
watch me do the nae nae then just watch me hit the dougie (brrrt!)
talkin’ on the gang then on my momma that i’m busting (b_b_b_boom!)
how you say you got a strap but you ain’t ever tucking (rah rah rah)
[verse 2: christ dillinger]
pull up with a stick and i let that sh_t hit
and these n_ggas be talkin’, they grippin’ the d_ck
i got ice on my neck i got ice_ alright hold on, hold on
okay let me stop playin’, ay
f_ck on a little b_tch like i just did a bit
i cut the blow and i come up with different hits
he just re_upped and i’m plottin’ on robbin’ him
i get the coke and i cut it with glycerol
sippin’ on, sippin’ on, sippin’ on wokhardt, you n_ggas sip tylenol
n_ggas be hatin’ on me cus they d_ck is small
come behing [?] smiled at me in the mall
she bought the perc and it look like an m&m
f_ck with a n_gga like me you aren’t seein’ them
we f_ck these hoes and you n_ggas be cuffin’ ’em
i don’t take pictures with fans i be robbin’ ’em
i don’t take pictures with fans i be robbin’ ’em
you in the comments but won’t break the law
og, b_tch we be smokin’ that
get to the money real fast like a runner back
you is a bum and yo’ b_tch she be sayin’ that
you bought my ep, i need you to bring it back
that’s for real n_ggas so you can’t be bumpin’ that
b_tch i be ballin’, i wear a starter cap
n_ggas be talkin’ ’bout [?], that’s a f_ckin’ cap
pull up on spider gang, n_gga we bussin’ that
bullets be flyin’, that fifty piece party pack
i put a n_gga in a box like a tesseract
real n_gga, you p_ssies ain’t testin’ that
[bridge:]
hahahahaha
real trap sh_t
ay, ay

[verse 3: 83hades]
always pimpin’
b_tch i got a shot, it’s like scottie pippen
always grippin’
if i see the 12 then i’m f_ckin’ dippin’
said he grippin’
but i know he not cus he steady b_tchin’
really tryna rob him but i’m tellin’ him we gonna kick it
in the kitchen
cookin’ up that sh_t then we gonna flip it
when i look around i swear to god i wan’ k!ll all of you
i just really wanna f_ck, the only reason that i followed you
and i’m pullin’ out a gun, these bullets just might f_ckin’ hollow you
homie get his witch back
on her lips like lipstick
cuttin’ people off, i cannot f_ck wit’ none that b_tch sh_t
pull up wit’ a big stick
hit up jeramiah, help me knock ’em off the hitlist
p_ssy you a kit_kat, snapped in half you ain’t with that
spend a bag, keep on tryna’ touch me i might k!ll a f_g
grippin’ mags, ridin’ with a pole when we swipe tags (f_ck!)
[bridge:]
(i said who’s f_ckin’ playin’ motherf_ck_)

- 223jerm

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