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big yavo & tle cinco - ask the promoters كلمات الأغنية

[intro: big yavo]
gang
no, we ain’t tucking no chain no where (yeah)
(ayy, let that sh_t ride, tav)
on gang (lil’ boy)
say (h_ll is you doing?)

[chorus: big yavo]
i tell the plug sh_t gotta be musty (musty), i don’t even much want it, it ain’t got no odor (no)
tryna serve who at the door, man, this sh_t dead, artists don’t get touched, better ask the promoter (the f_ck is you thinking?)
b_tch, i’m from the hood, n_ggas sn_tch out your motor (n_ggas sn_tch out your—)
lil’ n_gga ridin’ with switch just like chauffeur (fah, fah)
lowkey be scared, they’ll tell you to go first (they’ll tell you to—)
baby, close your legs ’cause i want the throat first (i want that top)
[verse 1: big yavo]
get off this pack, one call, need some more work
n_gga told you he trappin’, but rеally a dope clerk
n_gga told you he trappin’, but hе ain’t sold no dope (no dope)
you thinkin’ ’bout taking me, that’s a no go (no, sir)
loose stick bullets, they bounce just like pogo (bah, bah)
when you walk in the trap, better make sure the door closed
i came from nothin’, now i’m richer than my teacher (nothin’)
dre just walked in with a dirty two liter
they play with fire, i pull up with that heater
i ain’t gotta rap, i got ‘bows of that ether (ether)
every day, i go get more money, monifah
pull up and serve old school out the regal
i told bubba, “roll up with exoto”
brand new glock take d_ck like a thot ho
ayy, i asked the b_tch if she f_cking or not
wrist off_road, got so many rocks
got so much in the clock

[verse 2: tle cinco]
ayy, ayy, i’m having fame, but i lowered that bl!ck
get in court with the judge and act like i ain’t see sh_t
lot of these n_ggas too broke, can’t beef with
switch on the gl!ck, this b_tch sound like a remix
ayy, i’m in the kitchen, i’m cookin’ a deep dish
she tryna f_ck, mike jack’, ho, beat it
ayy, b_tch leaving
play with that gang, is you tweaking?
designer drip, having sauce and season
empty the drum with a switch on that glock, ayy, get popped
she ain’t tryna f_ck, then she kicking some rocks
real hood baby, n_gga, long live joc
she finessin’ the kid, b_tch, stop
ayy, ayy, this rap sh_t, it’s gettin’ eazy_e
we the n_ggas who they wanna be
i got these young n_ggas spinning for free on me
young n_ggas shooting from three, deep
up in the field, where the f_ck is my cleats?
i pour a four in a soda, i’m geeked, codeine
ayy, long live bankroll, i keep it street
stalkin’ this opp like a motherf_ckin’ creep
i got some ice on my t__th and it’s ice in my cup
ayy, firework, n_gga play and i’m lightin’ it up
i was a loose screw, i had to tighten it up
cuffin’ that ho, but she dyin’ to f_ck, ayy
[chorus: big yavo]
i tell the plug sh_t gotta be musty (musty), i don’t even much want it, it ain’t got no odor (no)
tryna serve who at the door, man, this sh_t dead, artists don’t get touched, better ask the promoter (the f_ck is you thinking?)
b_tch, i’m from the hood, n_ggas sn_tch out your motor (n_ggas sn_tch out your—)
lil’ n_gga ridin’ with switch just like chauffeur (fah, fah)
lowkey be scared, they’ll tell you to go first (they’ll tell you to—)
baby, close your legs ’cause i want the throat first (i want that top)

- big yavo tle cinco

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