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67 – she wants كلمات اغاني

what, what
alla’ dat, alla’ dat, alla’ dat
(a2r)
60!

(hook: dimzy)
she wants a bad man that smokes ’nuff weed (biscotti gelato, biscotti gelato)
she wants a bad man that makes ’nuff p’s (p’s, racks)
she wants jewels and handbags, sorry ‘b’ you ain’t gonna get dat from me (nope)
i’m buying up wap’s i got too much beef in these dirty streets (beef, beef, beef)
she wants a bad man that smokes ’nuff weed (biscotti gelato, biscotti gelato)
she wants a bad man that makes ’nuff p’s (p’s, racks)
she wants jewels and handbags, sorry ‘b’ you ain’t gonna get dat from me (nope)
i’m buying up wap’s i got too much beef in these dirty streets (beef, beef, beef)

(verse 1: sj)
this girl keeps wishing me badness (ahh)
go find you a wishing well (ahh)
that’s 26 on bro’s wrist (bling)
just know we invested well (come on)
and the amg pipes are roarin’
this breads red like it’s rolled through h-ll (skkrt)
she’s got a man but boppin’ man oh well oh well oh well (badness)
just wanna see the gang dem rich (rich)
but the feds don’t want man to prosper (prosper)
i’m half-jamaican, half-ivorian, powering shots like drogba (pow pow)
and we all been toppin’ up lyca (bllrt)
yo lyca, give man a sponsor (bllrt)
this shotgun don’t play games
that’s five years there, with the height of a toddler (bow, bow)
phone up, buy that, lock that there
same weight, shot that, get that, gone
back that, stab that, leave man wet
worker slacks there, sack that don
hold up, take that watch off now
phone no names it’s gonna go down
six to the world, man run this town
bad ‘b’ just loves taste this wood

(verse 2: monkey)
she wants a bad man that smokes ’nuff weed (badman)
she wants a bad man that makes ’nuff p’s (badman)
got my young boy (?) cos my face is to bait for the t (yeah, yeah)
i need paper like diddy, money over mind all time my g
g’s step opp block with wap’s this time let’s see who skeet’s
my young boy smokey didn’t come back to the mission complete
gunman stance, (gunman stance) that’s the wap in my jeans
all in the streets, pepper the beef
girl’s saying that i’m childish cos i rep gang, but she got her degree
so i stick in to the road and back it, how ya mean

(verse 3: liquez)
she wants a bread man that’s lit like liquez
and if she ain’t makin’ no money; she got to f-ckin’ cheat
my life style gets expensive so she can’t f-ck with me if she cheap (no)
she see me pull up in the merc, silver c cl-ss amg
should see how they stop and stare, it’s clear that they rated me
more time it’s the next mans girl, no wonder they hate on me (haha)
been getting money from long time, i know you see the change in me
can’t step near me if you’re broke, only rich n-gga’s step with me
if you’re not gettin’ them racks up, then know you can’t relate to me
she want a n-gga with bands up, but you ain’t gonna get that from me (no)
i flex like this ‘cos i can, don’t go bro tryna flex like me
she want a n-gga with love, but i just wanna cheat then skeet

(verse 4: asap)
she wants a bad man that smokes ’nuff pot
she wants a bad man that flies ot and sets up shop (set up)
everyday i take risks, the bando’s are way too hot
just last night i sliced up loads of rocks
my hands are hurting lots (aching)
i do it all for the prof’, i stay on job, i can’t fall off
whip that gram into hard, my plug came with it soft
bang bang from the dots, i saw them opps, run and drop
all the nitty’s call my phone, cos i got the straightest drop

(verse 5: dimzy)
got a peng ting and she’s hot like dubai
she wanna do dinner in the city, f-ck it, let me bring my 25
more time i still on the line that boy 6 is hot like dubai
smoking gelato, my phones going off, i’m too high, can’t reply
chattin’ to my k!ller ’bout wap’s, when we gonna cop those wap’s, (facts)
we don’t do lies on tracks, two hours your under attack, snap
came along way from dinger’s, now we tryna get platinum plaques
from long time we been drillers, us man ain’t tryna do it for rap
i count so much racks, no way anyone could play with my maths
put my daughter in designer, she didn’t even know she could flex like that
i smoke too much weed, i swear it could pay for the rent in your flat
nuff’ hoes want a n-gga like me, but the hoes are broke -ss tramps

(verse 6: ld)
she likes dreads, she like skengs
i got dreads, i got skengs
she heard me tape up off her ends
now she wanna jeet me and my friends (jeet)
she can’t wave me down on the strip i’ll just skkrt off in my benz (skkrt skkrt)
she better take that pipe, so that fool can’t call me again
and we’re doing up app again, on the opp block with the wap’s again
25 with the loaded van, man they know ld’s been bad since when
i shot my man in the face with a new artist what, probably 10 (kids)
i love the young boys on the block, ‘cos they doing what we did back then (way back)
i’m a walking tree, man i smoke ’nuff weed, and i’m rasclart green
edgware road with the gorgeous one; pr on me
she can see rb ld and i mash my work in the streets
674 still osg any opp man 463

- 67

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