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b in$ta g, g prada - off deez nuts remix كلمات الأغنية

[intro: b.i.g]
n-ggas wanna say im off beat and im trash n-gga i get more cash and i rap fast i don’t care cause who you ask who can rap better
get off my d, get off my d
.40 my hip, loadin’ my clip
cannabis, cannabis, swallow my spit
shout out my n-gga g prada and j.i.d we bout to k!ll this sh-t

[chorus: b.i.g]
get off my d, get off my d
.40 my hip, loadin’ my clip
cannabis, cannabis, swallow my spit
cannibal, cannibal, look what i did
edible, edible, got the munchies
but i got the bungees, i’ma jump off this ship
but i bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
n-gga talkin’ that sh-t, now i’m talkin’ my sh-t
get off my d, get off my d
.40 my hip, loadin’ my clip
cannabis, cannabis, swallow my spit
cannibal, cannibal, look what i did
edible, edible, got the munchies
but i got the bungees, i’ma jump off this ship
but i bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
n-gga talkin’ that sh-t, now i’m talkin’ my sh-t (whoa)

[verse 1: b in$ta g]
okay, east atlanta playboy
don’t got much to say, boy
r.i.p to my grave, yalla n-ggas trash and be action g-y, boy
it ain’t sh-t to pull up, pick the f-cking tool up
screaming hallelujah, pushing daisies and some tulips
itty bitty b-tch, n-ggas in the city with it, pull up with a stick
dirty with the d-ck
seen you in a minute, n-gga, put you in cement
anybody get a n-gga, anybody get
shot to the top, n-gga poppin’ this sh-t
got the drop in your crib, in the spot where you live
if you talking that sh-t, n-gga, stop it
i’m a god, i’m a king, i’m a giant
n-gga not trying, .40 my side
northside guy, but i been worldwide
d.i.y, t.i.y, i’ma try, like b.i.g i’ma die for what i believe in
we like to feast and i try to suck on her feet, cannibal meat
i am an animal, imma beast (roar)
riding with the hammer on the seat (oh)
shotgun, shotgun, hand on my heat
batman, batman, hand of my seat (da da na da)
n-gga get life, let the white folks be
online beef, not my motif
.45 me, ta-ta, go to sleep
don’t mind little old me, lil’ og
b.i.g, i came in on the boat, see
may i be a cold n-gga with the most heat
y’all n-ggas don’t know me

[chorus: b.i.g & g.prada]
get off my d, get off my d
n-ggas blind they can’t see
curr, curry, hit it wit the 3
vison, blurryl, look what i did
edible, edible, i am hungry
but i got the bungees, i’ma jump off this ship
but he get whoopped with the pistol grip
now i’m talkin’ my sh-t watch me talk my sh-t
okay

[verse 2: g prada]
two of us no sp-ce, woah
ak to your face, woah
we gon’ f-cking pull up make you tay k do the race, woah
don’t think you’ll escape, no
spit and get the play-do
all i gotta do, hold up let’s pick up the pace tho
i’m alive and i’m flowing so animated
finna call up my momma, “say i made it”
yeah i hit up your girl you can say we dated
and by dated i mean that we fornicated
i’m inventing new flows cause i’m innovative
and they say i’m too c-cky but they be hating
all my haters be getting incinerated
nah man f-ck all them b-tches obliterated
this the meme rap b-tch (aye)
could you leave my d-ck (aye)
get off my d-ck, get off my d-ck
must repeat that sh-t
disagree you best believe you’ll be deceased lil b-tch
diamonds on me so cold (flu)
a disease lil b-tch
mr. got no friends (yuh)
i can’t drop this pen (nah)
your b-tch got this d-ck (b-tch)
i ain’t got consent (nah)
said you f-cked my b-tch (what?)
so i got revenge (huh)
tryna diss me b-tch
suicide attempt
run up on you with the glock no face
shut up b-tch you better know your place
trigger pulled you finna be erased
with your b-tch you finna be replaced
grab the stick hear a cl!ck and clack
and you feel the bullet with it’s tip in your back
when i spit on a track yeah what i spit is a fact
if you say that i’m wack, then be expecting attacks
f-cked every female that’s on the planet
say otherwise and you get the cannon
pull out the shotty i make em panic
bullets to b-tches i’m always banging
say you heat i don’t believe that scam
beat my meat and leave the sheets real damp
best believe i will defeat your mans
i’ll shoot your b-tch and do the default dance

- b inta g g prada

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