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billybadazz & c5 tha reaper - all typa shyt goin on كلمات أغنية

[intro: billybadazz]
yeah, i take my shirt off of this one, ayy
it’s all type of sh_t goin’ on (what?)
it’s all type of sh_t goin’ on, yeah
yeah, it’s a badazz, n_gga

[verse 1: billybadazz]
it’s all type of sh_t goin’ on
cashing out the parking lot ’til all the whip’s gone
midtown music, you already know, what time we on
yeah, i brought my glock with me, so h_ll no, i ain’t come alone (yeah_yeah)
i got on jordan ones, but these b_tches travis scotts (yeah)
2500 for my outfit is not a lot
i ain’t trippin’ ’bout the cost, ’cause you know i’ll bop a lot
b_tch, you better step it up before these hoes take it’s spot
evyl kinevil with my bad ass, i’m in this b_tch trippin’
try to win a couple weeks, i’m tryna get this sh_t in, put in
my lawyer want 12 g’s, like i’m huncho, so lеt’s get it
oh, you just bop susan lee, congratulations, i’ve been did it
she stayеd by my side, she know my lifestyle is wicked
as soon as i touch for the milly’s, i’m on vacation, goin’ missin’
i’m goin’ hard like ben wallace on the ’04 pistons
you n_ggas had the same cash as me, we ain’t did sh_t with it
yeah, n_gga, championship rings, n_gga
saw a type of sh_t goin’ on ’round us, motherf_cker
bop, n_ggas better pay attention, like your game up
[verse 2: c5 tha reaper]
yeah, motherf_ckin’ reaper, n_gga
yeah, yeah, yeah, motherf_ckin’ reaper, hold on, n_gga
i’m the reason why no motherf_ckin’ apes in they jungle
we celebrate when it’s yellow tape up on they corner (you hatin’)
how the f_ck you feds on the under?
ain’t no need to play that game, b_tch, i’m breakin’ the controller
blame they blocks so many times, yeah, i know they circumference
blame me, i’m the reason for them last white curtains
l.a. streets burnin’ up, you’re the reaper, got ’em nervous
want me to crash out, i’m crashin’ to these b_tches purses
oh, quick, tryna hit me with that suck a f_g sh_t
your man’s got body back, now you in his bag, b_tch
i’m not a fan of you hoes, i still rob a b_tch
put your man’s out of commission, even turn into a vic
if i go out of town to seven hours to the bay
got a b_tch that bust dates, 3k for each plate
i ain’t bustin’ no more spreads, i’m eatin’ lobster, big steaks
no, that puppy i ain’t me, don’t get slapped in your face
yeah, b_tch, yeah, i don’t need no motherf_ckin’ belt
i just beat n_gga on my way, b_tch (boom, boom)
got the tactual at the table, how the f_ck me eat with that sh_t, n_gga
all type of sh_t going on, n_gga
all type of sh_t going on, yeah
all type of sh_t going on, yeah
all type of sh_t going on

- billybadazz c5 tha reaper

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