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berm – ooo كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(make believe)
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)

[verse 1: ftos twan]
you hear me on this type of sh_t, you gotta know i’m finna trip
they like, “ooh, you need to calm the f_ck down, boy, you a trip”
boy, i’ll still spray the car, i catch you ridin’ in a lyft
i got this b_tch doin’ d_cks in the crib off a fifth
still out here, i’m still ridin’ through the 6
pull up to an opp n_gga block and take a pic
y’all out here slidin’ with a rat, you threw them shots, still missed
y’all n_ggas thought y’all felt somethin’, well, y’all finna feel this
shotgun to his body, b_tch, you gon’ feel rip
left his ass in the grass, he couldn’t even jump a fence
black on black whips, you can’t even see us through the 10
i got your b_tch in the whip and you can’t see her through the tint

[verse 2: tee racks]
my b_tch said “ooh,” ’cause she goin’ on a trip
we’ll drown him in a pool and put his homie in a ditch
i got your b_tch in thе kitchen, but she ain’t makin’ grits
shot at me and thеn you missed, that’s how n_ggas make the list
by the opps’ block posted with my glock takin’ pics
he wasn’t on a bumpy road, but we shake a n_gga’s rims
he got the wock’, gettin’ high, i’m finna take this n_gga sip
k!lled too many n_ggas, think i’m finna break the stick
finna beat her doonies down, finna break this b_tch hips
she left some ‘za in her crib, finna take this b_tch zip
i got a skinny lil’ petite b_tch takin’ big d_ck
he keep on flexin’ with his heat, i’m finna take it off his hip
[verse 3: grindhard e]
i know the b_tch can suck d_ck, i can tell, she got a lisp
i got some young, wild n_ggas, i’m ’bout to send ’em on a l!ck
if you see ’em masked up in all black, they on a hit
i had to call ’em to tell ’em when they get done, burn the whip
shot the .357 and went and d_mn near broke my wrist
open up the fronto, break down the weed, i done d_mn near rolled a zip
a n_gga b_tch dmed me, i done d_mn near stole his b_tch
tryna weigh too much weed on the scale, i done d_mn near broke the bench

[verse 4: grindhard caine]
okay, alright, let me try my luck
b_tch n_gga beat me to the punch and still got plucked
i’ma beat his ass to the crib and— ahh
i’ma beat a n_gga to the crib and surround the truck
i can’t wait to see the face he make when he froze and stuck
the mossberg look like a hockey stick, but it shoot out pucks
i’m the white man, when i go and hunt, i’m lookin’ for young bucks
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he with a lightskin and she drivin’ the whip, i still popped him up

[verse 5: ftos twan]
ooh, man, i’m high as f_ck
catch an opp out broad day and i’ma fry him up
boy, you ain’t luke cake, i’ma send your b_tch ass up
i’m tired of n_ggas talkin’ hard like these n_ggas can’t get touched
homicides all around the city, they tryna blame us
you deep in? that sh_t that you sayin’, that don’t faze us
okay, i’ll come and chase your ass down and get your fame up
two to the chest, one to the head, now he can’t talk
homicide, we the taliban, come and shake somethin’
i’m a motherf_ckin’ madman, i’ll pop out and then face up
you see that ar sittin’ over there? yeah, that’s drac’ cousin
hop out the cut and got to blowin’, he ain’t seein’ cousin
if a n_gga pull up and get to shootin’, you won’t see me runnin’
he brought that draco, make you get low, you know you see him tuckin’
i’m tired of n_ggas talkin’ hard on the ‘net, but they ain’t doin’ nothin
i’m on my way, like a cameraman, pull up shootin’ somethin’
b_tch, you better get up out my way if i put it on you
i always keep a heat on me, ain’t gotta ask for nothin’
talkin’ hard in these streets, i see you out and you ain’t packin’ nothin’

- berm

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