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blac youngsta - tissue كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
we got london on da track
f-ck n-gg-

[hook]
you n-gg-s softer than tissue
you n-gg-s awkward like b-tches
you arguin’ on instagram
you n-gg-s typin’ on twitter
and facebook
referee, i got the whistle
i just pulled up in that fisker
i just pulled up with my hitters
referee i got the whistle
i got them choppers and pistols
i got the minivan
i might pull up with them k!llers
i know my real n-gg- feel me
referee i got that whistle

[verse 1]
i’m margiela walkin’ lil n-gg-
my b-tch, she be stalkin’ me n-gg-
them rappers were winnin’ the race
till i started hawkin’ them n-gg-s
now i’m drippin’ sauce on these n-gg-s
got your b-tch on top of me n-gg-
made myself a boss on these n-gg-s
now i’m livin’ like ross on these n-gg-s
ridin’ round with them k’s
broke n-gg-s love to hate
when ya son turn 10
i’ma make your son a slave
i’ma let him cut my gr-ss
i’ma let him feed my maid
i’ma do it cause his daddy
always used to player hate

[verse 2]
you went to jail on a sunday
the charge is really bout nothin’
rat your homeboy’s house tryna act like you ain’t tell nothin’
sad thing about the n-gg-
the n-gg- told on his mama
it was a hot -ss winter
now it’s a cold -ss summer
i got k!llers on the front line
my young n-gg-s need a hair line
i can’t even lie
that was a cold -ss punch line
my b-tches settin’ n-gg-s up
they givin’ me the run down
we be waitin’ till the sun down
we be robbin’ n-gg-s sometimes

- blac youngsta

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