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biv – system كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: biv]
roll up in a bayonne, hit ya
sweating on the call, b_tches f_ckers spin a zipper
waste no time, when they call, finna fix ya
run around mines, no smoke, no mirror
they don’t want smoke, no trigger
i don’t wanna blame, not a picture
put em’ in the dirt, no wither
spin it for the ride, but it fold with the picture
spin it for the ride, but it fold
tell em’ they do it for attention
2020 b_tches when i pull up with the mission
i don’t f_ck around with my life or my dentist
f_ck around, put a motherf_cker in the system
sound like they do it for attention
2020 b_tchеs when i pull up with the mission
i don’t f_ck around with my life or my dеntist
f_ck around, i put a motherf_cker in the system, yuh
put a b_tch on a playdate
i fought a motherf_cker down badway
money going cold to the sickday
money going cold to the sickday
i could pull up in that motherf_cker and i know they seem him where he go
woah
ain’t n0body tryna find a f_ck or give a money talk when i blow
woah
i could feel the lotta ya, woah, yuh
b_tch was too melodic, woah, yuh
found my soul inside a ghost, woah
running dirty how it goes, woah
dropping buddy down the road, woah
ain’t no tell us with the bros, woah
stupid b_tches do the most, woah
bring them bodies out the door
why do you block down this sh_t? block
anybody saw that, spit that chop
put em’ on a body when i bottle that top
motherf_ckers don’t wanna keep what they got
if anybody stop when they pull up, do blocks
i left my soul when i pull out the spot, woah
i left my soul when i pull out the spot, woah
[verse 2: blckk]
i’m too good at this sh_t, b_tch swallow my spit
never talk about me unless you really wanna disappear
i’ve been in and out of living, i don’t love it here
how’d i manage to f_ck it up this bad
hit bricks, for someone you motherf_ckers had took a hundred takes
i don’t do this sh_t the same way
and shut the f_ck up, proud of this sh_t, a mixtape
man i’m back on my game, i dropped this f_cking sh_t up again
tell these p_ssies that i still on they head
turn that metal, prolly heard what i bent
shoot me p_ssy, pray you never pretend
f_ck everybody you went, uh
f_ck you up, breaking your friends, what
boy b_tch you needed that stitch, yeah what
cry bout’ a shoot when you miss, yeah
stomp on your neck, b_tch, get your ribs split
till’ they break sh_t, i said f_ck living
ain’t n0body listen, f_cking my b_tch
that sick and [?] sh_t, yeah
sick of the input, never thought i’d end a missing childhood
never wanna see another birthday, i don’t talk to n0body they all fake
yeah

- biv

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