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babytron, t bone, mjpaid, fordio & beannskii – d$m on the radar cypher كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(meech)

[verse 1: t bone]
give a opp nightmares like i’m freddy krueger
i’m makin’ money on my cpu and i got a couple users
just took your b_tch out and she pull my d_ck out
if i pull the chopper out, let’s see who gon’ throw a fist now
doggie got a couple thousand thinkin’ he a rich guy
how the f_ck you don’t got no money, but you get high?
spend thirty on my vvs, you wearin’ sis
chop bullets hit his body up, knocked out his insides
doggie askin’ did i f_ck his b_tch, i did it ten times
even though this b_tch fire, i’m still not gon’ spend a dime
i’m gettin’ money layin’ down, bustin’ down the time
i can hear his watch tick_tick_tickin’, think it got a bomb

[verse 2: fordio]
just pushed twice, i’m tryna push again before midnight
i find it crazy, if i don’t sip a deuce, then i don’t feel right
you n_ggas lazy, boy, get in the field, see what the risk like
got used to the wrist, been in the field, i live a jugg life
got out the mud and there’s mud in my sprite
been on the run for a couple months, sh_t, all i know is swipe
i still get busy with the punch, but it’s the drugs i fight
run it up and put it up, hope you take my advice, you know?
don’t be with [?], [?] tryna up the score
don’t be with [?], [?] tryna up the score
don’t be with [?], [?] tryna up the score
don’t be with [?], [?] tryna up the score
[verse 3: mjpaid]
we got pints in for the low, b_tches f_ckin’ on the low
couple bands on your head and we gon’ pay her for the lo’
sixty blues in my denim, d_mn near feelin’ like a loc
“you so slimy,” yeah, i know, we got maggy, don’t approach
i’m on camera in this style sh_t, i might strike a pose
i be quick to let her go, no, i don’t fight with hoes
and i know a couple n_ggas don’t know right from wrong
i like his b_tch, ’cause i swear she got the trifest dome
off of mud, slurrin’ words in my microphone
exotic ‘bows, soon as he heard the price, it’s sold
the scams flow, sh_t, i get it in and get it gone
i’m not trippin’ how i go, all this sh_t is [?]

[verse 4: beannskii]
yeah, okay
skinny black n_gga, i craft the rock like bo bo
any threat to the militia get your ass smoked
turtle pie and dead n_ggas the only thing i roll
b_tch, the chopper tweak a n_gga, he hit the red nose
you know bean a sleaze, i’m sugar_free to these d_mn hoes
i’m geekin’ off these drugs, i’m tryna get higher
when i mask up, see redrum like michael myers
the chopper steam his tee like he fresh out the dryer
my shooter ready to crash, he love that gun fire
i done did it on my own, all i do is trap
i bet my roster let that chop spit like crunchy black
my unky hit your unky with that, you can’t get him back
[verse 5: babytron]
we on the radar like they finna send a cl_ster strike
believin’ anything the b_tch’ll tell you, you still trust her, right?
yeah, i heard his last song, that b_tch hard on mute
young as h_ll, ballin’ for the blues, you’d think i start on duke
hit her with the rizz then i hit her with the jizz
drop some wock’, watch it fizz, get him popped like a quiz
standin’ on top the biz, dress shoes and the socks
free lil’ cuddy, caught him with the pressed blues and some rocks
victorious, i got the paper stacked up tall as wembenyama
negotiatin’ prices with carlito over enchiladas
counted through five hundred thousand pesos ‘fore i left mi casa
cut the traction off and do the foolie in an empty plaza
sh_t, i woke up in the jungle, but it ain’t jumanji
think that they done made a lil’ wave until we came tsunami

[outro: babytron]
(meech)
sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t militia, long live $cam, you know?

- babytron t bone mjpaid fordio beannskii

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