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bigwestt & danny g beats - danny glover كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
uh
skrrt, skrrt
okay
(you’re not makin’ this easy, kyle)

[chorus]
yeah, real tapped in playin’ a role just like a chess game
only came to rap but let me tell you how the press came
don’t show your old b_tch who i am, i give her chest pains
ain’t enough money to ever make a n_gga less strange
real raw b_tch like when you slip off the rubber (real raw)
lethal weapon on my belt, the bl!ck danny glover (graah, graah)
ever took a loss, was always quick to recover
now i’m takin’ off thе sheets, i’m tryna sneak under covers

[verse]
slim and pеtite, pockets got me on overload
track got a drive_thru on the side, i’m servin’ 4 for 4s
b_tches come and go, so i suggest you better hold your ho
pockets sh_t straight in these b_tches’ face, i’m goin’ door to door (come on)
b_tches can’t switch up the flow ’cause they be d_ck stuck
how the f_ck you comin’ at me, ho? you must be distro
got my own bag, i tell a n_gga that his d_ck soft
all them n_ggas you calling your bro keep they d_ck tucked
then once you be goin’ in, i ain’t runnin’ out of moves (h_ll nah)
told myself you better tighten up, them hoes’d cut you loose
always took them l’s straight to the chin, i still won’t never lose (yeah)
i ain’t puttin’ b_tches on no plates ’cause they’ll pick and choose
maybe i’m too real for ’em, still’ll make sure that they eat
all the steps i took to get the star, you better catch my feet
j haters monday morning, fifty haters in the week
made that n_gga give up all that head, b_tch, i could peep a geese
d_mn, hold on, is this a hater tryna know the scoop? (hold on)
how the f_ck i know he ain’t got no car, he tryna post that coupe?
b_tch tryna take over the spot, i’ma scoop the boo (b_tch)
ten gray, learned more about that fire, so i recoop the woo
[chorus]
yeah, real tapped in playin’ a role just like a chess game
only came to rap but let me tell you how the press came (b_tch, how it go)
don’t show your old b_tch who i am, i give her chest pains
ain’t enough money to ever make a n_gga less strange (no)
real raw b_tch like when you slip off the rubber (just come here)
lethal weapon on my belt, the bl!ck danny glover (graah, graah)
ever took a loss, was always quick to recover (let’s go)
now i’m takin’ off the sheets, i’m tryna sneak under covers (b_tch, who there?)

- bigwestt danny g beats

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