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blanco & nipsey hussle – ak-47 كلمات اغاني

[intro: nipsey hussle]
uh, lights low
but i stay high
yeah, look, look, look

[verse 1: nipsey hussle]
it’s ten racks on my neck and twenty more on my brodie sh-t
i’m self-made, ain’t no n-gg- ever throw me sh-t
beside my enemies, i’m watchin’ who i’m rollin’ wit’
got 40 on me like a f-ckin’ motorola clip
sh-t, i feel like a million when i’m four-wheelin’
a 745 parked in front of your buildin’
designer jeans, gucci locs and my gold k!llin’
i got a kilo on my neck, i’m a go-getter
see, what you lookin’ at now, that’s my old vision
chess move my next move to get more business
climbin’, i be on my tip ’til toes give in
i’ma always shine, i’ll never let my glow blemish
i hear ’em talkin’ but f-ck what them n-gg-s say
’cause real n-gg-s know a real n-gg- demonstrate
and real n-gg-s know it’s real ’cause i ill-strate
the feelin’ of a young hood n-gg- when he gettin’ cake
hussle

[scratched chorus]
“the feelin’ of a young hood n-gg-…gettin’ cake”
(“one m-th-f-cka from the underground
and big stretch buckin’ n-gg-s if they f-ck around
one m-th-f-cka…buckin’ n-gg-s if they f-ck around”)

[verse 2: mistah f.a.b.]
i came up wearin’ the same stuff
who ever thought i’d push the rolls, lexus, and range truck
shine hard ’til the rain come
and when my mama died, sh-t left my brain numb (f-cked up)
a young n-gg- from the crack to the curb
when this young n-gg-‘s black, sellin’ crack’s to the birds
hopped in this music with this rap in his word
if this music sh-t fails then i’m back to the curb
hustle hard like my n-gg- nip
whether you a blood or a crip n-gg-, thug or a pimp
i was raised in the block where the sh-t gets thick
where you’re trained just to hit like a rott or a pit
my daddy died so ‘pac was my father figure
an att-tude, didn’t wanna be bothered, n-gg-
and grew up, thug n-gg-s was my role models
at the house parties drunk off a whole bottle

[verse 3: blanco]
you think i’m playin’ when i say i got a fully auto? (nah)
money dealin’ drugs is my f-ckin’ motto (yeah)
and my b-tch is a model
she don’t say sh-t ’cause the b-tch italiano
and i’m a f-ckin’ capo
yeah, a real desperado
let’s say a half-hour, meet at mcdonald’s
bring fifty stacks in all crispy hundos
what, we got a problem?
even my b-tch be white girl mobbin’
nah, i’m lyin’, she be actin’ all lady-like
but you the f-g get in free on ladies’ night (you b-tch!)
the one get in, i’m crazy, right?
some sorta wanna be slim shady type
i’m a drug addict, with a gun habit
i mean a gun addict, with a drug habit

- blanco nipsey hussle

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