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bobby tootact - supacell كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
grrrt (?) (run this motherf_cker up)
f_ck the opps
ehh? why you come on my block when i can’t see you? (mmh nah turn that up. young madz)
tell them 6ixer p_ssy they never outside

[chorus]
said that there’s cap in my rap, it’s no evidence
no one on web? then we bending through sheridan
real spill like who i’m not better than?
i really dump for my block and still send them in
i’m addicted to money but still add a k (atm k)
throw a shot keep on dumping i do it for ray (r.i.p bro)
say my name every track why they moving so g_y
double tap to the g you gon’ fall to the trey

[verse 1]
i don’t care wherе i’m at imma throw up the six
bullets hit any lil’ n_gga you with
shot after shot had him duck with his b_tch
i gеt caught in the jam, then i’m pleading the 5th
tryna spin through the nine catch a g6 and land it
we gonna spin through the back it’s gonna look like we planned it
can’t jack no more g2’s sh_t keep on jamming
if somebody shot on that block get to dancing
[verse 2]
why they act? better show some respect
word to my dead i been outside preforming
tryna dump for the __
tryna dump out the foreign
bullets gon’ rain on his car like it’s pouring
after the scene we cash out in the morning
kick a chevy the way that we scoring
better not f_ck up this play n_ggas horsing
put the g to his face we ain’t giving no warning
.22 bullets gonna dance if i shoot with the deuce
all black tinted up would’ve thought i was bruce
bro get to upping since he seen a group
rip bro i don’t jack new recruits
ab and running from bro’nem
if he not one of mine i don’t care if you “zoe” ’em
hang out the whip, where the f_ck is he going?
oh he think that i’m cap imma pop out and shot ’em

[verse 3]
(?) i’ma slide by my doley
throw it up let’s go half on the stoley
dead off a pill i’m still smoking on zoey
i’m way too tuff you cannot lil’ bro me
can’t go out like db or droy
they got caught out of bounds with no g
don’t loaf on that side like we don’t got beef (droyy)
38 shots someone give him a seat
lowkey i’m faded a few of them died
“the 6ixers on court” but they never outside
we ain’t bending for fl!cks if you hop in this ride
i’ma do what i do, put this v up in drive
feek would’ve been dead if the g didn’t jam
seyou shot, (?) ran on his man’s
n_gga jumped out the window and left him for dead
when the coach got beat i had blood on my hands
[pre_chorus]
creeping up throwing shots at an angle
made him drop caught a shot to his ankles
tell his mama he wasn’t a angel
and i might take if i like how it dangle
no g hawk ’em down with a blade
why this b_tch on my d_ck tryna see if i’m paid
invasion on court ain’t no time to evade
throw this b_tch off the back i’m like prime d wayde

[instrumental]

- bobby tootact

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