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ak bandamont - actin up كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
i told her bag it up
get the bag and stash the work, i’m finna add it up
i’ll surely make a trip for what i spend, i ain’t subtractin’ nothin’
lil’ girly tell me i be trippin’, i’ve been actin’ up
’cause i be actin’ up
yeah, ’cause i’m actin’ up
gettin’ chauffeured ’round, she eatin’ d_ck, we in the back of truck
yeah, it’s finna get real
i bend her on the seat like, “here, take this”, and see how this feel

[verse]
might throw them drugs the way she came around like take this pill
she knew i was that when i told her ’bout the fishscale
my ex was like the money on my back, then the b_tch fell
i know that sh_t get bad, just pray to god, and hope you get well
and if you don’t, you stuck in a cycle
i grew up on my own, i ain’t had sh_t, b_tch, i don’t got an idol
yeah
and i was up runnin’ through scripts but i ain’t have a bible
we’d get a n_gga dropped quick, bro, i don’t got a rifle
i told her we just f_ckin’, we not sh_t, no, we don’t got a title
if i leave her by herself, she get suicidal
i know i’m wrong, this sh_t get steep and i ain’t finna fight it
i’ll stand ten toes on these shoes and i ain’t even tie ’em
cross him up then shoot his back, it might paralyze him
bro, you should throw away your strap, you ain’t never shot it
you ain’t never popped it, you should go’n and drop it
i got a thousand songs locked in the vault, i’m finna go’n and drop ’em
so we can boost the murder rate and get the streets poppin’
how the f_ck they let me score the ball with a qb option?
i can get it off the rap, trappin’ or rob, i got three options
they be tryna call the peace like can you please stop it?
n_ggas in it for the ‘net, you gotta cut it with the street gossip
yop, i ain’t in it for the sh_t you is
you right, i can never be like you, ain’t did sh_t you did
i was never pillow talkin’ to hoes, out here stealin’ sh_t
you n_ggas better watch your mouth or get pistol whipped
yeah, and girly p_ssy got a pistol grip
i tossed her friend down, the head weak, she got simple lip
and i can make this sh_t look sweet, it’s the simplest
and i ain’t finna drink the soda cream, i need a simply
i just made a hundred_round drum clap like an assembly (clap)
she let me bust all in her mouth, i love the energy
they was tryna kick me out the school, b_tch, get rid of me
’cause i ain’t get paid for that sh_t, it be offendin’ me
i put two in that b_tch, now he above, infinity
flyin’ down the road, doin’ the dash in an infinity
i cut into this old b_tch, she feelin’ me
like literally, i’m droppin’ d_ck in this b_tch, now she feelin’ me
it might sound funny
i hear the money counter thumb through cheese, i love the sound of money
and, b_tch, i am the money counter, i’m finna count a hundred
just give me five minutes and it’s done, just put a dollar on it
i just got a dirty brick and threw a shower on it
i’ma find a city in a drought and build a tower on it
i told her, “b_tch, you gotta slide right now, this a sour moment”
i’m finna have the main thing slide then devour on her
[chorus]
i told her bag it up
get the bag and stash the work, i’m finna add it up
i’ll surely make a trip for what i spend, i ain’t subtractin’ nothin’
lil’ girly tell me i be trippin’, i’ve been actin’ up
’cause i be actin’ up
yeah, ’cause i’m actin’ up
gettin’ chauffeured ’round, she eatin’ d_ck, we in the back of truck
yeah, it’s finna get real
i bend her on the seat like, “here, take this”, and see how this feel

- ak bandamont

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