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509 bmg - special request to all nice and decent real niggaz (stop hatin) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
[?]
yeah man
[?]

[verse 1]
contract k!ller make you see n_ggas dumping ’round the city
dog_eat_dog world, get them puppies out the business (yah)
jefe pop out the f_ckin’ cut like circumcisions
n_gga thinking that this sh_t a game, i bet he gon’ feel it
i can’t leave my firearm, might die hard like bruce willis
i was 17, bl!ck up on that bike, couldn’t pop no wheelie
i’m a [?], flip a sweet n_gga like lilly dilly (lilly dilly)
everyday the shop open it’s gon’ cost a pretty penny
we put fear inside these n_ggas’ hearts and make them tuck they pendants (n_gga)
beat a n_gga ass and havе him lookin’ ugly, rocking [?] (yah)
he be balling hard the wholе game, the whole 48 minutes
babygirl, what you tryna do, lemme get behind that thickness
bowls off the f_ckin’ head, [?] talking h_llo kitty (like h_llo kitty)
b_tch, it’s santa claus, run in your sh_t, i’m sliding down your chimney (down your chimney, n_gga)
i be dropping d_ck inside these hoes, they feel it in they kidney
b_tch, i told you what the program is, don’t try to f_ckin’ kiss me
i could see the ho all in these n_ggas, 20/20 vision
20/20 vision he think that sh_t can [?]
jefe pop up out the cut with [?]
how many shots [?] a bottle, way too f_cking many, alright
these n_ggas way too hot, must wanna go to prison (go to prison)
[?] the stick 40 rounds, you know the [?] 50 (n_gga)
these n_ggas got napoleon complex, they act like midgets (midgets)
allat tough sh_t’ll leave you swimming with the fishes
that boy gon’ catch a gold dot before we catch him slippin’ (slippin’)
this 57 magnum make him walk like a egyptian
we seen the fall, n_gga outside today, he started p_ssing (p_ssing)
[?] send a n_gga over, expedited shipping
that n_gga ain’t gon’ do sh_t, he just jerkin’ the chicken (chicken)
i bet i’ll bang this f_ckin’ bl!ck, i don’t need no permission (missing)
he can’t even handle a kick, he d_mn near broke his wrist (yah, yah)
sometimes i got regrets, but i’m still out here taking risks (taking risks)
how the i’m in the club with a glock 26
n_gga play, i’ll make the whole room do the peppermint twist
and i could put the gl!cks down and get inside the grid
grown man sh_t, keep ’em at home, we ain’t gon’ spare your kids
keep it pimping, you outta luck, n_gga, i don’t want your b_tch (yah)
trigger finger itch, i do ’em cold just like the fridge (fridge)
bmg i’m married to the game, we get them hits
and i’m so locked in with my brothers, i could never switch
i’m a genie, rub me the wrong way, i’ll grant ya wish (grant ya wish)
if n_ggas don’t get out the way, then n_ggas gettin’ squished (ya)
it’s bmg, i brought my poly, b_tch, i’m dying with it (dying with it, n_gga)
if a n_gga [?], he flying with the fish (i’m gone)
you know what the f_ck it is, i’m up and gone, man
[verse 2]
alright
i can’t leave the choppa, i’m tryna see a body drop
these n_ggas all up on my d_ck, they ain’t gettin’ no guap
lil’ jefe pop up out the cut, clean sh_t up with a mop
i still get migraines everytime i see the cops
i got wings under my belt like i’m playing for boston
these n_ggas on some ho sh_t, so i’ma get ’em off it
i put a n_gga on tv tonight like johnny carson
i caught his ass outside, he almost sh_t his undergarments
i caught his ass outside, he almost sh_t his undergarments
all of these n_ggas be fronting like they all vicious, sh_t, most of ’em harmless
n_gga try to good business, i was gon’ buck her regardless
these n_ggas flagging like they plugs and i’m a f_ckin’ charger
bmg, i’m on some bullsh_t like ron harper
my magazines hold bald heads and big t__th like steve harvey
well, we got ammo cans for days, that’s what the f_ck i’m talkin’
f_ck n_gga, you can catch a sh_ll, it’s like we eating crawfish
i put that sh_t right on your hair, i’m jamal crawford
talk the lil’ n_gga numbers, i need a higher offer
babygirl, what it do, i’m tryna be ya babyfather
i drop good d_ck on her, now i got a stalker
me and jefe move like biggs and wayne from off of shottas
n_gga had a [?] but i’m gon’ have to get that guap up
these n_ggas do too much talkin’, yada_yada_yada
glock 17 got a long slide, no pocket rocket
and when i come up off the hip, you n_ggas better watch it
that n_gga almost got his ass hit, told him back up off me
crack a pack got a n_gga coughing
he tried to run off with my sh_t back out to whatchacallit
these goofy ass n_ggas can’t get a stop, i’m really ballin’
if i was old as f_ck and broke, too, of course i’d be salty
i got no pity on these f_ck n_ggas, no sayin’ sorry
these n_ggas cheatin’ bricks ’cause i’m gon’ finish what i started
these crackers act like i’m a dumbass, i’m a easy target
always tryna talk between the lines, hiding behind the jargon
i’m tryna put a p_ssy n_gga on a f_ckin’ carpet
i don’t know what these n_ggas talking, i’m like beg ya pardon
these n_ggas funny as a f_ck, i call ’em seth macfarlane
i hit the dope until i’m looking like a f_cking martian
i don’t take these n_ggas serious like daniel larson
better hit the f_cking floor ’cause, b_tch, i got my carpet
you know what the f_ck it is, man, bmg [?]
[verse 3]
alright
you know what the f_ck it is, man
it’s bmg comin’ with a whole new flavor, roll a n_gga up like some rolling paper
[?]
come on, yah, alright
i ain’t had no f_ckin’ whip, i had to use my feet
that don’t mean i was lacking up my bl!ck, i told my boys to beat it
i got my fye right on my hip, your sh_t under your seat
it’s no_brain that i got a pick between you and me
n_ggas out here really smashing sh_t, i’m playin’ deep
this b_tch too hot, i told her slow down like bobby v
i send ’bout 30 shots, i ain’t got time to bob and weave
this choppa for k!lling n_ggas, it don’t do no robberies
no robberies, will jefe pop up out the cut? probably
bmg the head n_gga in charge, i feel like prodigy
i’m not gon’ hit you with my fist, that’s why we got technology
i put some hot sh_t on your ass, ain’t talking sodomy (ew)
this greasy ar bullet got your f_ckin’ name on it
look how that n_gga hold the stick, that boy don’t got no aim on it
i told the plug to hurry up, ain’t tryna wait on it
i don’t know what these n_ggas got goin’, we need to pray for ’em
babygirl, arch ya back, lemme see your form
i’m dropping d_ck inside that ho, she feel it in her core
i got her running from the d_ck, she can’t take it no more
she f_cking with the bmg, them other n_ggas boring
i walk inside the function, i get all these b_tches h_rny
i know these p_ssy n_ggas hating, so i got my [?]
he thinking he hanging with steppers, he gettin’ extorted
ain’t no one thinking ’bout y’all n_ggas, y’all ain’t that important
tryna take some from me? n_gga, what the f_ck you snorting?
forensic vans coming, i’ll put your ass on law & order
i know some real zos and some of ’em over the border
lil’ b_tch i’m always tryna eat like i got a disorder
chopsticks i bought and never sell, i love to h__rd ’em
this beef, i’ll put you on the grill, just call me george foreman
these n_ggas act like b_tches, n_ggas act like bojack horseman
i’m tryna buss in a n_gga’s face, let’s make a p_rno
you got your chop, i got my chop, n_gga let’s go to war though
bring this sh_t to your door, b_tch, it’s not delivery, it’s digiorno
this money got me gettin’ fat, it got me gettin’ gordo
these b_tches get around me and they can’t control they hormones
.45 bullet ripping through a p_ssy n_gga’ torso
n_gga, i be speaking facts like i’m matthew santoro
bmg, i’m a big dog like cane corso
these n_ggas hard ’bout it, but let’s see if they hard in court though
i been flossing all year, i got these n_ggas sittin’ for life
a old n_gga, can’t leave the crib without the walking stick
i need a grown up ’cause these n_ggas all up on my d_ck
don’t swing my crib unless you wanna feel 556
landslide, out in public, no not stevie nicks
with all the sh_t you n_ggas talk, y’all better have y’all bl!cks
boy, it ain’t nothing you can say with trigger fingers itchin’
hold that b_tch tight and lock ya eyes, it’s time to get to cl!cking
hold that b_tch tight and lock ya eyes, it’s time to get to cl!cking
hold that b_tch tight, i don’t know you n_ggas
you feel me
[verse 4]
i’m a rapper first, family man second, i put god third, n_gga
thirty rounds of [?] everytime i’m stepping out
open carry, look like we in texas, got my weapon out
[?] hold me steady now
these n_ggas really up in high rank, i got ’em steppin’ down
i don’t need my n_ggas with me, i’ll still gun you down
i run this sh_t, step into my office, b_tch, i’m jim halpert
i never freeze up when it’s time to cl!ck, i’m not no coward
that boy a sweet one, n_gga came around and got devoured
tryna run off on me, boy, get your nose up out the powder
don’t drop the soap, i’ll back the 9, i’ll give that boy a shower
how many shots i got with me today, ain’t even count ’em
i never seen this ho, i treat her like a outta_towner
babygirl, come and crash your plane into my twin towers
show me you really ’bout it, go ahead and drop those trousers
i drop that d_ck inside that ho, she gettin’ overpowered
i’m finna duck off with this ho for a couple of hours
we got h_lla dope, tell me where the f_ck the drought is
choppa telescope, lock my eye and knock ’em down
i was down bad on my d_ck sleepin’ on couches
i got some work off of my face and went to runnin’ routes
these n_ggas don’t get from round and i get dumped from ’round
i don’t like nothing about these boys, don’t got no common ground
geeked up with my b_tch like we whitney and bobby brown
it’s 357 [?] with n_ggas on the ground
it’s 357 [?] put n_ggas on they back, [?]
tell a n_gga what it is, but he better not answer back
i dump the mag on him ’cause that’s the straw that broke the camel’s back
he seen me come out the cut, he d_mn near had a heart attack
so i got hot sh_t if he’s on the receiving end of that
lil’ jefe pop up out that cut, he got that f_ckin’ mac
better put down that .38, can’t do nothing with that
i kick you n_ggas out the crib, i ain’t f_ckin’ with that
i almost shot him in the face ’cause he was talking back
i spent a thousand on this strap, these n_gga getting chatty
babygirl, what it do, i’m tryna be your babydaddy
[?] issue, abandon manners when i drop the hammer
i can’t f_ck on no regular ho ’cause i got standards
drop the d_ck inside this ho even though i can’t stand her
the chopper sound like thunder, [?]
me and my brother in the field, payton and eli manning
i’ll send a f_ck n_gga to god like i’m jesse duplantis
i can’t take you on a date ’cause, b_tch, i’m not romantic
smoking crack a pack straight to the face, i’m off this f_cking planet

[verse 5]
[?]
if you ever in a glass house, don’t throw no f_cking stones
i got .45 acp, gon’ break a n_gga’ bones
jefe pop out the cut and took your ass like mike jones
you can’t come around this way ’cause it’s a no fly zone
hoping outside, lurking like sherlock holmes
got my choppa out, i’m in the n_gga’ yard like garden gnomes
everytime i went on a mission, i left my f_ckin’
everytime i went on a mission, i left my phone
bmg bring the heat to your f_ckin’ headphones
fly the n_gga [?] send him to firestone
we gon’ skin t__th, them skinbone n_ggas know what we on
if a [?] his moves, then he gon’ get his mind blown
n_ggas know i’m on everytime i left my home
let bygones be bygones, b_tch, i got my 9 on
these n_ggas p_ssy, when they go to bed they leave the lights on
i make the choppa sing like beyoncé notes
run inside the n_gga crib to get his sh_t forclosed
i seen my brother beat a bone, he gave the b_tch stockholm
got no backbone, we run that boy over like potholes
we don’t pop kids, we do pop n_ggas and pop hoes
if you don’t wanna get burned, then don’t put ya hand on the stove
me and my bruddas so locked in sometimes we share clothes
these n_ggas see me outside, act like they seen a ufo
everybody bleed the same, what you acting scary for?
drive through a n_gga sh_t like i’m at the [?]
that n_gga coping pleas, but i can’t spare a no
get down or lay down, everybody hit the floor
if you live in a
if you live in a glass house, don’t throw no f_ckin’ stones
i got .45 acp, gon’ break a n_gga’ bones
jefe pop up out the cut and took your ass like mike jones
you can’t come around this way ’cause it’s a no fly zone
hoping outside, lurking like sherlock holmes (sherlock holmes)
got my choppa out, i’m in the n_gga’ yard like garden gnomes (like garden gnomes)
everytime i went on a mission, i left my phone
bmg bring the heat to ya f_ckin’ headphones, yah

- 509 bmg

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