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bomba (dbg) - trump money كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: bomba]
i pull up, we shootin’, we shootin’ (bah_bah)
we pull up, we lootin’, we lootin’
donald trump, 300 that dash
trump money, countin’ fast
make ’em forget the past
big money, just hit the lotto
b_tch just like mulatto
in a ford, swervin’ the potholes (the potholes)
got 20s, but i don’t even count those
big money, just gotta flex though
lil one you can’t even buy clothes
“how many ms?” and i say cuatro (cuatro)
mar$hall and bomba, how we comin’
steppin’ so hard, you can hear us thumpin’
you n_ggas sweet, soft as a m_ffin, b_tch (ha)
i’m countin’ this green, they callin’ me yoda
i’m smokin’ on cu$tum, i just poured a 4 up
with the taliban, i got my feet up
your wifey just sucked my meat up
money so fast, you can’t even keep up
like wednеsday, i just sh_t on these n_ggas (on thesе n_ggas)
finger on the trigger
money big, but my sh_t bigger
trump money have me richer (richer)
richer than all my opps, my opps golddiggers (yessir)
[interlude: mar$hall & donald trump]
you know, i talk about it
i_it’s not been easy for me
it has not been easy for me
and you know, i_ i started off in brooklyn
my father gave me a small loan of a million dollars
i came into manhattan
i’m gonna come
aye, dun_dun_dun_dun
okay, okay, let’s go (uh_huh)

[verse 2: mar$hall]
i stand tall on my money, like trump, uh_huh
bad b_tch, and i f_ck on her rump (yessir)
i wanted the smoke, boy, i ain’t had enough
40k in my mouth, boy, these diamonds are tough, huh (they tough)
if i say it’s up, then it’s up (it’s up)
bullets be rainin’, boy, you better duck, huh (uh_huh)
and you know that we slidin’ for real
16 in the front, 100k in the trunk (uh_huh)
yeah, b_tch, and you know that we schemin’
whenever i shoot, someone gon’ be bleedin’ (they gon’ be bleedin’)
huh, yeah, your b_tch, i be breedin’
with all of these bands, you can tell that i’m winnin’ (man, i’m winnin’)
huh, yeah, and these diamonds, they glisten
your girl on her knees, coulda thought she was christian (she ain’t christian)
huh, yeah, when i talk, better listen
i pull up on boy, and i shoot like a piston (bah_bah)
yeah, b_tch, and i got lots of opps
you know i’m a boss when i f_ck on your thot (uh_huh)
yeah, they want me to stop, but i’m not (uh_uh)
boy, i swerve off the lot, and i’m droppin’ the top (i be droppin’ the top)
yeah, and boy i could rap non_stop
but there’s beef on the block, so i’m grabbin’ my mop (bah_bah)
yeah, huh, p_ssy boy got popped
and then i went home and i got me some slop, gang (on gang)

- bomba dbg

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