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bris – panhandling كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(d_mn, zay, how you do that sh_t?)
ayy
ayy
ayy

[chorus]
the suckers k!lled ant, pop, and bub, that sh_t really hurt
ebk send shots on every block, i got the city turnt
have my b_tch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
labels callin’, i can’t sign no deal, i need a milly first
better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
pan in my hand, i two_hand it, call that panhandling
i was h_lla hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
all they windows drop from this glock like it’s panoramic

[verse 1]
i can get real sneaky, i’m tricky dance moves
i be dancin’ in these jordans, ain’t no dance shoes
i be in the ling ling yard like some bamboo
left somethin’ white up in her hair, wasn’t shampoo
my glizzy look bubba ridge, it got muscles on it
it was b_ttnaked, i put some jeans, a belt buckle on it
need it come with everything, a beam and a muzzle on it
just in case my target get too far, i can hit opponents
car jack and lift your car up, i attach a pole
n_ggas can’t drive on the road, i make him bap his load
kada got crosses on his face, he’ll sn_tch your soul
now you in the oven cookin’ up like a casserole
i be paranoid, you blow your nose, i might blow the chopper
n_ggas want beef, i got sh_lls like a tostada
you ain’t for this gang, ain’t fruitridge if you ain’t know poppa
i was startin’ five, shooting guard on that old roster
[chorus]
the suckers k!lled ant, pop, and bub, that sh_t really hurt
ebk send shots on every block, i got the city turnt
have my b_tch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
labels callin’, i can’t sign no deal, i need a milly first
better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
pan in my hand, i two_hand it, call that panhandling
i was h_lla hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
all they windows drop from this glock like it’s panoramic

[verse 2]
ayy, all you n_ggas lyin’, i run you down, i got cheetah paws
‘member when i hit your phone collect and you ain’t see the call
ig bankers be on the ‘net, they don’t be involved
last kid, he threw up sucker sh_t, i blew his pinky off
ayy, they gon’ f_ck these b_tches when i can’t, that’s what my brothers for
when i catch a sucker, always pray, then i up the score
i believe in ant, pop, and bub, i can’t love the lord
i just threw a rope on this k, we play tug of war
have your shooter step on me, i blow like a landmine
i be throwin’ up fruitridge blood with a hand sign
and i’m masked up for the drill like mankind
if you ever say i ain’t true story, you a d_mn lie
gotta play it safe and ride with k on the interstate
all he heard was, “pah_pah_pah,” then the windows break
glass breakin’, soundin’ like i dropped a dinner plate
hit the gas, do the dash, tryna win a race
[chorus]
the suckers k!lled ant, pop, and bub, that sh_t really hurt
ebk send shots on every block, i got the city turnt
have my b_tch whip out my pole and make my glizzy squirt
labels callin’, i can’t sign no deal, i need a milly first
better watch out, aim that beam where your man standing
pan in my hand, i two_hand it, call that panhandling
i was h_lla hot, hit they block, seen that fan jamming
all they windows drop from this glock like it’s panoramic

- bris

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