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austin sour & dot demo - bronx ny, pt. 2 كلمات أغنية

[intro: austin sour]
yeah
you know we keep..
we keep doing what we doing n_gga
look

[verse 1: austin sour]
i knew sh_t was real when my dog died
i’m still a type n_gga
wear my jewelry on the dark side
that brand new 911 like a horse ride
tell me what’s a baller to a n_gga sitting courtside
i’m the one who send them shooters in
i’m the one who tell em’ pass
i’m the one who tell em’ crash
coke sour
before the money i made hoes pilе up
yellow flowers
mnrk meetings
i brung a pound inside thе trump towers
i just left atlanta with my red guys
pasha for the lamb chops
chop inside the lamb’ hot
shotta since the sandbox
guala make the grams lock
i shoot it til’ my hand hot
i probably get a fed shot
before i fall off i knock you all off
short temper sawed off
i resemble the warlords
i’m a wizard, dumbledore cloth
i mumble no song
i’m a big dog
a cane corso y’all all know
[hook: austin sour]
if you see a real one point them out
only motion in this sh_t
f_ck the clout
i need blessings in that money
large amounts (yeah)
she ain’t a baddie if i never hit her mouth

[verse 2: dot demo]
look
she ain’t a baddie if the bag don’t bring her out
that ain’t real traffic if yo’ trap ain’t reach the south
depends who’s asking
i’m the pen, the voice, the voucher
kicked out on watson
so d_mn long might work for housing
cr_pped out being average so d_mn long now
the f_ck is tao’s
when you treating soho house
like it’s your siblings crib surfing couches
no cut i’m the cloth
proof from the pudding , sauce from the source
speedometer 220
you made a choice
now make plans to get with me
i dropped the ice in when pans hot
ten shots
they flipped that boy and got him pan fried
we spared him but his mans died
don’t panic
i don’t plan to torch sh_t if you don’t plan on telling lies
get manic, when the church gets lil famished
and sins get televised
i’m careless
but still handsome as f_ck
prada tracksuit for a week straight
only change my tank, my drugs and my trust
the drop, my location, my ways, who’s in touch
menu starting to look like a mixtape
product placement, just straight bangers no hooks
[hook: austin sour]
look
if you see a real one point them out
only motion in this sh_t
f_ck the clout
i need blessings in that money
large amounts (yeah)
she ain’t a baddie if i never hit her mouth

- austin sour dot demo

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