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ar-ab - morals كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: dark lo]
i’m in the trap house, cleaning gas off
in that tinted jeep, treat it like a nascar
it’s dark lo, look him up or ask ar
top goon, probably k!lled you with no mask on
hunnid stacks on the table, i got ’em rolled up
thirty on me, f_ck the cops, i got a dough ball
he ain’t even see it coming, f_ck it, throw it on
i live by morals, i’m just holding on

[verse 1: dark lo]
i got back pain, i’m in my doctor often
i might drive to ny and k!ll your sucker posses
the sk is all mine, the forty cal march’s
f_ck your record label, n_ggas better watch their bosses
i’m in these streets waist deep, i don’t see ’em hardly
i’ll pull your car to take that crown back, steve harvey
who harder than me? you n_ggas breathe softly
i’m a full_grown pit, i knock thesе fleas off me
n_ggas stole my sh_t but thеy ain’t copy right
i’m at the table with a razor, this is oscar night
i collapse a n_gga lung, this a pocketknife
or a hunnid shot drum, this a rocket light
i’m counting money, i gotta roll bro
about to put my clothes on and the door go
gotta slide to north east, tell ’em “hold on”
on the bully, riding dirty, i gotta pull up
[chorus: dark lo]
i’m in the trap house, cleaning gas off
in that tinted jeep, treat it like a nascar
it’s dark lo, look him up or ask ar
top goon, probably k!lled you with no mask on
hunnid stacks on the table, i got ’em rolled up
thirty on me, f_ck the cops, i got a dough ball
he ain’t even see it coming, f_ck it, throw it on
i live by morals, i’m just holding on

[verse 2: ar_ab]
i’m a man of my word, i’ll never break that
pulled myself out the mud, they’d never take that
looking at all these n_ggas make me hate rap
he wear his chain around me, i’ll probably take that
before the lord take my soul, can i pray tonight?
for my n_ggas locked up that gotta stay the night
if i tell nine “shoot”, don’t gotta say it twice
that p_ssy k!lled him, he gotta pay the price
trap house for a week, i don’t get tired
can’t talk on the phone, it might get wired
drunk six zips straight, he don’t get higher
i woulda died if they woulda shot a inch higher
told my wife “if i’m broke, i ain’t coming home”
i knew a n_gga who made a million dollars on the phone
the same n_gga that the pretty b_tches try it on
i got a short fuse but my gun is long
[chorus: dark lo]
i’m in the trap house, cleaning gas off
in that tinted jeep, treat it like a nascar
it’s dark lo, look him up or ask ar
top goon, probably k!lled you with no mask on
hunnid stacks on the table, i got ’em rolled up
thirty on me, f_ck the cops, i got a dough ball
he ain’t even see it coming, f_ck it, throw it on
i live by morals, i’m just holding on

- ar ab

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