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anti da menace – big eyez كلمات اغاني

baby be my murder b_tch
show me that you lay down in that cut and let that 30 hit
i been rapping in my sleep, i think that i’m too build for this
ion think they told you but these f_ck n_ggas get kilt for diss
you caught that body and got in that room
and fold up like some pretzel sticks
(glah glah glah glah glah)
i feel like nardo wick
spinning back to back
ion give a f_ck, they should’ve never started sh_t
smoke pole
make yo baby mama eat the d_ck
you know her throat sold
all these n_ggas trailing on the gang
they gone get slumped over
riding the beat like rollercoaster
see me in a walmart
you know i got that 30 poking
treat his head like a bag of snacks
imma leave it open
ruthless boy
i don’t give a f_ck about them ig posts
fatality
make that lil hoe eat the d_ck
that lil b_tch tryna marry me
i heard i’m the biggest opp
tell them p_ssies bury me
b_tch i’m with lil biggie, we leave his head swole
like a f_cking piggy
how i’m worth some ms when i was just down bad
with a f_cking penny
oh you with my b_tch again
i swear imma send that blitz again
n_ggas know bout anti
know that 5 be my favorite gen
(blah blah)
imma have lil brodie dem just rock out like some rock stars
trackhawk with a kick
imma sn_tch off on a cop car
that boy say he want smoke with me
imma gone and hit up baby nard
we can’t get that p_ssy n_gga, i’m in his old lady yard
screaming f_ck the other side
told y’all he ain’t a real stepper
that’s how that boy lil brother died
he copped out
if we go to a show, we finna bring like every glock out
get his baby and put that boy in a oven like a pot pie
you got all my drops, p_ssy boy why you ain’t pop out?
leave the hill wet
yeah you know we brung them mops out
think i’m from new orleans
i get sh_t boiling like a bowl of noodles
black truck with them tints and that stick, that’s my favorite uber
high speed
b_tch i’m with big ant, we in that cat, how y’all gon stop me?
hit her from the back, p_ssy wetter than some mac and cheese
please give me that mac 11
i keep telling these p_ssy n_ggas, ion think i’m going to heaven
i went on drill with timbs and i left blood on them
bury yo big homie, yeah it’s time to throw some mud on him
in the ground, suppressor on my glock no it won’t make a sound
move around
imma spin this b_tch til y’all go out of town
miami trips
yeah we having 40s with the 30 clips
let it rip
treat him like a beyblade, imma get him slipped
b_tch boy
yeah im rich as h_ll
you can tell by my new fit boy
yeah you f_cked that b_tch
but she still gone eat my d_ck boy
if i shed a tear, tell the bro to shoot me in the head
i’m some like a deer, get to ramming sh_t like f_cking [?]
y’all ain’t spinning sh_t
need to get back for that other hit
treat em like some grits
get the pot and get to stirring sh_t
you riding with lil anti so you better have yo 30 b_tch
leaving sh_t on stand by
swear to god that i don’t care bout sh_t
you done put my name in a song, now let’s get it on
4_5 with the grip, i let it rip, that’s my favorite chrome
how i’m just 17, but i got m’s, finna let ’em see ’em
oh he having smoke with the label, i wouldn’t wanna be him
time to the tracker on his car and meet his baby mama
i smoke all the opps in the city, call me baby stoner
we brung us a bag to the yo, time to roll it up
if a n_gga still stealing cars, he can’t f_ck with us
man that sh_t played out, i had to b_tch laid out
tell em free lil [?], i think he got like 30 days now
she say boy you tweaking, b_tch i’m geeking off this adderall
i might shoot the deacon
i don’t give a f_ck about praying to god
this sh_t out my head, i think anti is a f_cking sped
roll them n_ggas up, all the opps
yeah they f_cking dead
(smack smack)
n_gga play with me, i swear to god i get em peeled back
bags in the loft, you can call this b_tch the real shack
come and get yo pound from me
i ain’t never spinning blocks again, i’m tryna get on feet
bet not be a set up, this on gang everything get wet up
switch on every glock, plus they hold a 50, don’t get popped
mama told me since i was a jit, i was popping tops
b_tch i got a 30 and a switch on this exotic glock
yeah i’m with young menace, pull a n_gga t__th like f_cking dentist
lil b_tch say she pregnant, b_tch i hit you with a f_cking jimmy
they say anti chill you lit for real, but im blood man
i was at the bottom, b_tch i got it out the mud man
opps been cl!cking up, man i heard y’all boys then locked in
studio all night, yeah the whole gang we clocked in
spin boy, you know who you is
you bet not get back in that bens boy
f_cked yo b_tch, just like a opp, i told her i ain’t yo friend wh0re
yeah we riding [?]
yeah i got that simmy tucked
yeah i’m rich as h_ll, i’ll spin em in a bentley truck
aye 2, keep having a glock
i swear to god these n_ggas hate you
n_gga play with me, imma pull em like a fake tooth
step step
put em on a counter, chop em up
b_tch imma f_cking chef
yeah the streets just like a game, you know imma whack the ref
n_ggas think lil anti lame, swear to god they gone meet they death
see how they pull it, swear to god that imma f_cking shoot
man you p_ssy as h_ll n_gga, who the f_ck is you? b_tch

- anti da menace

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