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ap tardi – raining hell كلمات اغاني

[part i]

[intro]
payton go crazy
gang

[chorus]
like juice wrld i pop a perc and b_tch i get to spazzing
she ain’t got nowhere to go but you can’t stay lil’ b_tch that’s tragic
762 b_tch i’m on
give her d_ck, now i’m gone
now that b_tch won’t leave me alone
that b_tch blowing up my phone
raining h_ll
like i’m yeat i got the bell
shoot it up, gone feel the sh_ll
d_ck that b_tch i make her yell
silly b_tch you a hoe
you ain’t necking, you gotta go
sip that sh_t i’m feeling slow
hol up, go, go, go

[verse 1]
i get the drip, i feel a sink
f_ck a side piece, i ain’t tryna link
my dodge is a demon, i’m gone when you blink
i’m pouring it up, my sprite always pink
ghosting that b_tch she ain’t taking a hint
leave that b_tch staring, just tell hеr to blink
f_ck bout the heat, i still wear my mink
i’m cuffing that b_tch likе i got a kink
i made me a m, the f_ck did you think
my ap is gold your watch made of zinc
i got me some ice i skate like a rink
you said your b_tch bad but her p_ssy stink
so i took that b_tch, make her slurp like a drink
have that b_tch leaking like i got some ink
my money go up, but then your money shrink
like i was in london, i got me the ting
back on my sh_t run it back like a pick
mike shooting it up b_tch i’m taking a fl!ck
f_ck all that nike, i buy me some rick
let that b_tch hit cause she stare at my d_ck
drown her dior so she know she my queen
she dig in my pocket she spending my green
got me two fours like in kobe, no bean
my rover is spotless, my ap is clean
[part ii]

[verse 1]
yuh, what
send my shooter like it’s mail
if that’s boy get caught then imma pull up pay the bail
my b_tch real healthy, yeah she eat me like some kale
i’m five for five, thought i told them i can’t fail

[verse 2]
hold up, hold up, where the 808s at? (f_ck it)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
woah, woah, woah, woah
go, go, go
b_tch i go insane
point that rocket at your brain
that b_tch can’t walk she need a cane
i bet they all gone know my name
bet that 40 hit your chest
blow 10k, i spent the rest
grab my d_ck i grab her breast
finna ace it like a test
[outro]
ap, f_ck em up

- ap tardi

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