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bak jay - f what you heard كلمات أغنية

[intro: bak jay]
your girl was f_ckin’ me first
b_tch, f_cked me first
ayy

[chorus: bak jay]
ayy, the b_tch that you loved was lovin’ me first (lovin’ me first)
know that i’m him, don’t care what you heard (what you heard)
shut the f_ck up ‘fore you get on my nerves
i just dropped a ten, leave a opp on the curb (opp on the curb)
heard he a rat, i got that from a bird
the five in the ‘wood, dead opps, i serve
ain’t it about money, i never care
he claimin’ he gangster, grew up suburban
ho got ass, please, don’t stop twerkin’ (don’t stop twerkin’)
checks ain’t good, can’t buy you a birkin (buy you a birkin)
i tеll lil’ bro “grab the wheel ’cause i ain’t tryna drive”, thе draco, the chop’, i’m workin’ (baow, baow)
i’m tryna spin on the block, start lettin’ off shots ’til they dumbass stop that lurkin’
all you heard was dumpin’, hit a n_gga for certain
wanna hide in the house, finna shoot through the curtains

[verse 1: bak jay & bloodhound q50]
no, i ain’t flexin’, i like to come trim
big brother reckless, he ain’t one of them (ain’t one of them)
i tell my ho to get naked, she look like some bacon, eat it up, take off them skims
know it’s two hunnid the dash, i be drivin’ too fast, d_mn near f_cked up my rim (skrrt, skrrt)
he can talk on the net, in person, better not see him
we walk in the club, you better not id him
ho get on my nerves, she cannot be my bm
you gon’ be surprised who all up in my dm’s
bro droppin’ the five so you know i slide with three ‘nem
hop out with them chops, hit him all in his limbs
all blue hunnids, real rubberbands
i don’t f_ck with n_ggas not part of that clan (not part of that clan)
took your ho home, she startin’ [?], like, d_mn, i’m really f_ckin’ a fan (fan)
he can’t come in, i don’t know that n_gga (know that n_gga)
make a wrong move, i’ma blow that n_gga (blrrdt)
i like the switch on the back of the glock, why? all i gotta do is tap that trigger (tap, tap)
man, these broke ass opps ain’t got no money, they lyin’, sh_t, i already figured (already figured)
when i bail out the v, i don’t stop shootin’, bro tellin’ me to chill ’cause i already k!lled ’em (already k!lled ’em)
i really know me a ho and he ain’t diss for a livin’
we walk in the spot, guns out, no slippin’ (guns out)
just start shootin’ if i get that feeling
no playin’ me, boy, you can call me a winner (go)
smokin’ on (shh), he got hit in his head (go)
fellas keep askin’ for money, don’t beg (long live my brother, he prolly k!lled your b_tch_ass brother)
got a free b_tch, like to open her legs
tryna knock out his top, leave his ass with no dreads
[verse 2: bloodhound q50]
give no f_ck who you is, want smoke, come puff
f_ck risky road, hawkem got his sh_t bust
me, jeff, swerv and quis make n_ggas clique up
she know i k!lled her baby daddy and she still let me f_ck
keep 50, the drill, if i want it, it’s took
n_ggas see me in public, don’t do sh_t but look
fifteen_five, what i want for the book
tay and derm arguin’ ’bout who the best cook
five hunnid the zip, if you want it raw not cut
go, only tote glock clips, don’t want a kriss vec’
7.62s f_cked up lil’ [?]
vi like “d_mn, he ain’t slide for me yet?”
he was thinkin’ with his d_ck, that’s how he got caught
forever smoke a leal, why the f_ck he ain’t walk?
ain’t never caught a body, all he wanna do is talk

[chorus: bak jay]
ayy, the b_tch that you loved was lovin’ me first (lovin’ me first)
know that i’m him, don’t care what you heard (what you heard)
shut the f_ck up ‘fore you get on my nerves
i just dropped a ten, leave a opp on the curb (opp on the curb)
heard he a rat, i got that from a bird
the five in the ‘wood, dead opps, i serve
ain’t it about money, i never care
he claimin’ he gangster, grew up suburban
ho got ass, please, don’t stop twerkin’ (stop twerkin’)
checks ain’t good, can’t buy you a birkin (buy you a birkin)
i tell lil’ bro “grab the wheel ’cause i ain’t tryna drive”, the draco, the chop’, i’m workin’ (blrrdt)
i’m tryna spin on the block, start lettin’ off shots ’til they dumbass stop that lurkin’ (stop that lurkin’)
all you heard was dumpin’, hit a n_gga for certain
wanna hide in the house, finna shoot through the curtains (uh)

- bak jay

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