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booter bee - never knew كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(sebz beats, baby)

[verse 1: teeway]
mixing loose with the magic, i never knew how to slap it
i’m from a f_cked up block where nitties looting for packet
f_ck a deuce when i back it, i’ll leave juice on your jacket
fill the carbs with that grease, microwave when i crack it
forty g’s in the telly, turning fiends into readies
twenty fiends and i’m ready, i used to sleep on the settee
my n_gga t copped the dezzie, n_ggas squeezing like jezzies
i nеver knew bout nothing till i was seeping in petty

[verse 2: booter bee]
nеver knew about this life and how deep the road gets
now i’m strapped up, blacked out in this ‘010
bro died, felt to go and k!ll the whole ends
pull back the hammer, if i see ’em, i’ll smoke them
i shot _, i shot _, then i did it again
said i won’t ride out and now i’m spinning again
they sent me hmp and i was drilling in pen
bro chest shot a ____, now we’re billing his head

[verse 3: teeway]
i never knew how to rock it, i had to learn how to rock it
p_ssy o.t. cats, i put that work in my pocket
forty bells, f_ck a rocket, bells fly when i c_ck it
h_lla work on the street and h_lla work from the socket
had to trap with h_lla wraps, vvs’s for these waps
dirty wesson on my lap, n_ggas stressing over scr_ps
i’ve slapped grown men already but i could get a n_gga whacked
then there’s burner by the bushes, hoodie’s turning into ash
[verse 4: booter bee & teeway]
we get the drop and turn tappy, corn flying out the passy
done it on the mainers, corn flying out the handy
slapped it with a t_shirt wrapped like a bally
he slipped up and got splashed with his baddie
twenty waps and this caine, sh_t will never be the same
hit a n_gga in his frame while they’re dying all the same
they was crying from the pain, i chucked my leathers in the flame
i done o.t. life, rainy weathers in the rain
tell him look over his back when he’s walking in the dark
i gotta look over my back before they bite me in the _rs_
rolling round strapped, two burners in the car
every week armed police flying units in my yard
they took all my phones, they keep seizing my cash
bet they heard about me squeezing my mash
i heard the leakers are leeching for tracks
couldn’t give a sh_t, i’m making p’s off these packs
cleaned up, f_ck a bleach, a hundred miles, five seats
nitties cluck for this, ten fiends stuck by the beach
we got loose trey pounds and two brucks for them neeks
can’t even speak over hammers and that stuff they don’t teach
i’m in a trap outta reach, man are p_ssy and they’re clowns
twelve thousand for the brown, volts l!cking n_ggas down
l!ck a thirty for the war and i got trapping for the pounce
press release on the clip and then i’m pushing in the rounds
[outro]
(fourty8v)

- booter bee

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