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al taylor - numba8 كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: al]
late to the show high as f-ck bout a mile away
fresh as h-ll louied down get the style from ye
granny always pray for me cause i could go any day
pray for dez pray for don pray leak beating that case
can’t trust or love b-tch no more just f-ck and replace
gotta learn to move weak n-gg-s round if they in the way
and you can’t always think a n-gg- everything that he say
done beefing with these peons they won’t smoke anyway
he had is eye on my socials had my eye in the scope
granny told me not to blow cause i got places to go
money misssion gotta get it pay a fee and you poked
i be rolling stick icky blow ya mind make you choke
rap game randy
understand me
or you get rkod
these n-gg-s b-tchin
n-gg-s igging
they be switching for hoes
off a jigga
feel like jigga
how i’m up on these flows
rip to my pops
still can’t believe that you gone
weak n-gg-s wanting beef like what the f-ck is they on
free my mans f-ck the feds till they let deon home
we was broke we was hungry so we ran in ya home
we was needy then got greedy might just take all you own
my baby bad like beyoncé down to earth like solange
off the bottle she a model we be getting it on
from the go i was pro still lived the life of a con
big sh-lls crack his head his brain look like pecan

[break]

{verse 2: huey]
double g popping double g rocking
b-tch i’m gutta gang don’t try us we with that nonsense
heard yo girl a fan when she meet me she was star struck
i went from rags to riches like this nba ballers
she steady calling and i ignore it, she wanna get me
i’m gone make her lose her mind if she wanna get me
i think i need her friend, i can tell she wanna end me
f-ck em both the same day, i live the life you envy
they claiming this and that, but where the f-ck is they from?
ask em that question they get pressed or all they acting dumb
from attempted murders to stolen burners in that hood where i’m from
forever good where i’m from, it’s two bs til i’m done
used to wipe my mothers tears when my birthday would come
forever love her had me rocking sh-t we couldn’t afford
you started dissing on them n-gg-s now yo bros in that morgue
all them funerals better buy some guns for ya war
or stay put up

- al taylor

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