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blckk - cartridge كلمات أغنية

[intro]
is it me?
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
picture me rollin’ somethin’ in a blunt (yeah)
open it up, pick apart what’s makin’ up the guts (yeah)
pass it around, make sure everybody get it once (woah)
trippin’ off of whoever bet i’d ever give it up (bow!)
stumblin’ out the front door, lacin’ up shoes
i got sh_t i gotta get done today, i’m making the news
it’s a lot you prolly hear about me, none of it’s true
’cause what they said isn’t enough, p_ssy, it’s worse, f_ck you
yeah

[chorus]
f_ck what thеy want me to do to roll it out (woah, woah)
bag up the money, p_ssy, thе full amount (woah, woah)
check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds (yeah)
still standin’ and rubber bandin’ the bank account (yeah, yeah)
f_ck what they want me to do to roll it out (woah, woah)
bag up the money, p_ssy, the full amount (bow, bow)
check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds (yeah)
still standin’ and rubber bandin’ the bank account (woah, woah, woah, woah)
[verse 2]
uh, i put down the static, i don’t want it (yeah)
’cause if i go to jail, i come out dumpin’ out the cartridge (bap)
hangin’ out the window yellin’, “f_ck the whole game” (yeah)
let ’em pull up at the crib and dot a f_cking family name (yeah)
eulogies and twitter posts, “they died too young” (ah)
we’ll blame it on who taught ’em how to hold they f_ckin’ tongue (yeah)
sh_t that i invested in was built for poppin’ lungs
told ’em jump! motherf_cker, jump!
duck and f_ckin’ run (run, yeah)

[chorus]
f_ck what they want me to do to roll it out (woah, woah)
bag up the money, p_ssy, the full amount (woah, woah)
check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds (yeah)
still standin’ and rubber bandin’ the bank account (yeah, yeah)
f_ck what they want me to do to roll it out (woah, woah)
bag up the money, p_ssy, the full amount (bow, bow)
check on the legacy, went a hundred rounds (yeah)
still standin’ and rubber bandin’ the bank account (woah, woah, woah, woah)

[verse 3]
scene been rottin’ from the inside out
i’m still f_ckin’ up the piece until we both dried out
i hated every f_ckin’ word that ever fell out they mouth
i wish you all the f_ckin’ worst, could give a f_ck what you ’bout
p_ssy, die (die), tell ’em die (die), don’t ever bring it outside (yeah)
i’m f_ckin’ riled up i hope you try (yeah)
this for every artist ever looked me in my eyes
i see the b_tch in you
bow, motherf_cker! die slow
yeah
[outro]
bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow!
b_tch

- blckk

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