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biever boys - stretch كلمات الأغنية

[intro: e-trex, numberius, jlb, & holuma]
oh, my god, beri
oh, my god, you’re so fine
ayy
oh, my god
yah, yeah, yah, yuh

beri got heat, b-tch!

[chorus: e-trex, numberius, jlb, & holuma]
ok, stretch, ok, stretch, ok, stretch, uh, yuh
ok, stretch, ok, stretch, ok, stretch, uh, yuh
ok, stretch, ok, stretch, ok, stretch, uh, yuh
ok, stretch, ok, stretch, ok, stretch, uh, yuh

[verse 1: e-trex]
i’ma get these n-gg-s, no tilt, uh
f-cking on a redhead, no kilt, uh
slave master, toby, no belt, uh
f-cking on a furry, no pelt

uh, yuh, ball just like mike
uh, yuh, man this work slight
uh, yuh, f-cking on dyk-s
uh, i throw the fists, it’s on sight, aye

i don’t really f-ck with your energy, you mini me
i think that i be friends with the enemy, no empathy
i’ma get em feeling like ending me, clinically
i’m a big boy, i have no need for ya sympathy

i’ma k!ll my dogs i’m tight wit, i’m mike vick
don’t blow kiss with young jits, i might spit
i need the bands and your love, b-tch, ‘cause mines spent
dream is to put all my foes in a mosh pit

[verse 2: nuberius]
i’m dripping sauce
call me the boss
bling and i gloss
f-ck with me, you gon get tossed

run on your -ss in the street
k!ll you on my f-cking beat
beri just bringing the heat
rap on these bars like they tweets

let me eat
i take the shots while you take your treats
toastin’ and roastin’, man, call you beef
got your ho right on my f-cking meat, yuh

can’t stop, won’t stop
i got rollies, not a stop
n-gg-, i just made you drop

[verse 3: jlb]
playin’ that p-ssy like a game boy
i can’t f-ck with a lame boi
turn up that b-ss, what you say, boy
white frost drippin’, no caine boy
i got my boys in the cut
we got the beats and they b-mp
we got the crowd going nuts
we got that led in the pump
‘cause i’m a m-th–f-cking beast at production
tell her bring it back 80 hertz on that low end
that’s when i do my dance
i floss when i get that advance
36 on my bands
sparkling wrist, f-ck a benz
cut expense, paid my rent
ridin’ round, black tints
see me shine, gold lens
purple rims, i’m the prince
ayy, i ain’t tryna flex
bend it down, bend it down, bend it down, stretch, b-tch
woh

[verse 4: holuma]
drip on me just how i want
shoes anointed, saint laurent
i’m addicted like vermont
to this heroin i got
you a hero, i think not
who are you, b-tch, i forgot
i don’t care, i’ll cross you off
out in paris, got croissants
and a bad b-tch in my drop
drop it for me, pop it off
pop these shots, i think these shots
got me dizzy going off
off like drizzy, i’m a god
of the city that i’m from
got me litty, going dumb
and that p-ssy got me numb

- biever boys

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