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501geezus - flicka da wrist كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: 501geezus]
woke up this morning, got a call from lil eddie/
he just sent the pack so that new money ready/
ride down your block with a glock in the holster/
whole team getting chips like our gang playing poker/
we changing these n-gg-s like tv remotes/
my plug get drugs straight off of the boats/
making these plays like a nba coach/
i just cashed out on some fendi and coach/
bands in my pocket, i can’t use no wallet/
see it in stores and i swear ima cop it/
been balling out you can call me john stockton/
catch lil darnelle then i get it poppin’/
money come in i’m in love with the guap/
n-gg-s want beef got two hands like a clock/
keep talking tough then i’m squeezing my glock/
i’ll load a new clip then i aim at your top/
aye, look at the flick of that wrist/
how many licks does it take to get rich?/
how does it feel to just sit on the bench?/
i love money making i want to be mitch/
call up my shooter his nickname diego/
he gone catch bodies whenever i say so/
i love mixing codeine up in a peach faygo/
i stay on that syrup like “lego my ego”/
shoes on my feet nearly cost me a check/
you been out the game like you just got a tech/
two story bando got a pool on the deck/
i’ll smash your lil b-tch with my hand on her neck/
flipping this work so i stay with protection/
i be with them bands call me one direction/
old hoe complaining about love and affection/
she know i got hoes i should start a collection/
look at the flick of that chopper/
knocking down planes and they knocking down copters/
twenty-two shots gone send you to the doctor/
got the hoe screaming like phantom of the opera/
look at the bands in my stack/
jojo got forties and gee got a mac/
i ain’t talking vacation but you know i’m gone pack/
i’m like whitney and bobby when i’m spitting that crack/
i don’t shoot for free, boy i’m aiming to k!ll/
this ain’t a game i swear i’m to real/
got a .380 if you want a feel/
showing no mercy i feel like i’m dyl/
look at the goons on my team/
spook got thirties and reggie got beams/
serving this white, i ain’t talking whip cream/
them bullets is hollows they ripping through seems/

[outro: lebron james playoff interview]

- 501geezus

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