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2gunns - toe4toe كلمات الأغنية

(aria)

(uh, yeah)

(lets get it lets go)

[intro, 2gunns]

toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe

(toe for toe)

yeah i go toe for toe

(toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe)

[hook, 2gunns]

(uh)

toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe
yeah i go toe for toe

and, i might go cop some blow and go re_sell it for low

i’m swervin’ e_lane traffic, duckin’ cops up on the road

and i could never crash out ‘cuz i do it on my own

bro

who they been f_ckin’ with, ‘cuz it ain’t me

i just been countin’ this green fetuccine

double cup, i got to pour me some lean

i got these b_tches so mad at me

i’m classy so i know they hate on me

you want the smoke, p_ssy boy personally

uh, uh, uh

[verse 1, 2gunns]

i hit from the from, and i hit from the side

got tats on my arm, and got tats on my thighs

got two little glocks with me, up in my ride

too many diamonds on me, think my wrist cry

we with the pigeons, like d_mn we fly

he talkin’ on us, send him to the sky

i’m in it with chri$, like danm we fly

hollow points really put him in the sky

[verse 2, lil chri$ from da 616]

glock twenty_one put that boy in a casket

(boy in a casket)
switch with the arp, now he in a ditch

stackin’ up bands, i’m getting rich

(i’m getting rich)

i got them diamonds, yeah look at my fist

(look at my fist)

taking his head off then leavin’ em’ quick

(leaving it quick)

can’t be in public, ‘less i got a bl!ck

(pull out a bl!ck)

f_ck what ‘cha say b_tch, i do my own sh_t

walk into neiman, some spendin’ on rick

(get off my d_ck, get off my d_ck)

[chorus, 2gunns]

toe for toe

(toe for toe)

(yeah we go toe_)

yeah we go toe for toe

(toe for toe)

y’know that we go toe for toe

yeah we go toe for toe

[hook, 2gunns]

(uh)

toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe

yeah i go toe for toe

and, i might go cop some blow and go re_sell it for low

i’m swervin’ e_lane traffic, duckin’ cops up on the road

and i could never crash out ‘cuz i do it on my own

bro

who they been f_ckin’ with, ‘cuz it ain’t me

i just been countin’ this green fetuccine

double cup, i got to pour me some lean

i got these b_tches so mad at me

i’m classy so i know they hate on me

you want the smoke, p_ssy boy personally

uh, uh, uh

[verse 1, 2gunns]

i hit from the from, and i hit from the side

got tats on my arm, and got tats on my thighs

got two little glocks with me, up in my ride

too many diamonds on me, think my wrist cry

we with the pigeons, like d_mn we fly

he talkin’ on us, send him to the sky

i’m in it with chri$, like danm we fly

hollow points really put him in the sky

[verse 2, lil chri$ from da 616]

glock twenty_one put that boy in a casket

(boy in a casket)

switch with the arp, now he in a ditch

stackin’ up bands, i’m getting rich

(i’m getting rich)

i got them diamonds, yeah look at my fist

(look at my fist)

taking his head off then leavin’ em’ quick

(leaving it quick)

can’t be in public, ‘less i got a bl!ck

(pull out a bl!ck)

f_ck what ‘cha say b_tch, i do my own sh_t

walk into neiman, some spendin’ on rick

(get off my d_ck, get off my d_ck)

[chorus, 2gunns]

toe for toe

(toe for toe)

(yeah we go toe_)

yeah we go toe for toe

(toe for toe)

y’know that we go toe for toe

yeah we go toe for toe

[hook, 2gunns]

(uh)

toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe

yeah i go toe for toe

and, i might go cop some blow and go re_sell it for low

i’m swervin’ e_lane traffic, duckin’ cops up on the road

and i could never crash out ‘cuz i do it on my own

bro

who they been f_ckin’ with, ‘cuz it ain’t me

i just been countin’ this green fetuccine

double cup, i got to pour me some lean

i got these b_tches so mad at me

i’m classy so i know they hate on me

you want the smoke, p_ssy boy personally

uh, uh, uh

[verse 1, 2gunns]

i hit from the from, and i hit from the side

got tats on my arm, and got tats on my thighs

got two little glocks with me, up in my ride

too many diamonds on me, think my wrist cry

we with the pigeons, like d_mn we fly

he talkin’ on us, send him to the sky

i’m in it with chri$, like danm we fly

hollow points really put him in the sky

[verse 2, lil chri$ from da 616]

glock twenty_one put that boy in a casket

(boy in a casket)

switch with the arp, now he in a ditch

stackin’ up bands, i’m getting rich

(i’m getting rich)

i got them diamonds, yeah look at my fist

(look at my fist)

taking his head off then leavin’ em’ quick

(leaving it quick)

can’t be in public, ‘less i got a bl!ck

(pull out a bl!ck)

f_ck what ‘cha say b_tch, i do my own sh_t

walk into neiman, some spendin’ on rick

(get off my d_ck, get off my d_ck)

- 2gunns

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