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big fee - rubbin' off the paint (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: big gucci k]
they said “big gucci, where you come from?” b-tch i’m from bradley st
but i be posted in them trenches with big fee and oc
i be laxin’, pistol packing, n-ggas know i ain’t sweet
you run up on me trying to rob, it’s gon’ be god you gon’ meet
we get busy with them glizzys, we gon’ get on ya -ss
we see an opp, that n-gga lacking, he ain’t getting no p-ss
they sneak dissing on the ‘book, i just react with a laugh
go do a drill up on they block, got nuski doing the dash
i love my brothers, they don’t go for none
shooting sh-t for fun, is you dumb?
we tote glizzys with them 50 round drums
we find it safe, then we jumping gates, b-tch we did the race
just last week i got my hands on my first .38
you’s a b-tch! and everybody knows you gon’ snitch
can’t forget ’bout tamron, jamal, that’s my clique
we with the sh-ts
inside of the party, we got them b-tch
you front your move if you want to shoot a movie in this b-tch, we the shiners
we flexing, finessing, we run that check up, b-tch we next up
we riding, we sliding, we scuba diving, don’t get wet up
i spot ’em, i got ’em, no hittin’ bottoms, shooting neck up
i get low and put the tec up, ambulance gon’ clean the mess up

[verse 2: big fee]
yeah, you know we scuba diving and that’s mandatory
front your move on the gang, have gucci handle shorty
know bro rocking with the 8, he don’t want the .40
we sliding down n-ggas blocks like “why you hidin’, shorty?”
that 50 shotta hit a n-gga, send him to the doctor
hit a opper, mask on, i’m like “d-mn, who shot ya?”
pop a ya ba, now i’m bugging just like i’m a shotta
any n-gga drop a one, you know i’ma drop him
we tired of throwing hands with you f-ck n-ggas
we get up out this party, sh-t, better duck, n-gga
a n-gga try to diss buck? you get slumped, n-gga
a n-gga try to diss 50, you get slumped
on god, b-tch that’s on my life, on my f-cking soul
a n-gga speaking on 5-0? then that n-gga gotta go
young n-gga, big poles, we gon’ still up that hoe
n-ggas steady hating on me but i know they ain’t gon’ blow
gang!

- big fee

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