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c stunna & skrilla – curtis jackson كلمات اغاني

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[verse 1: c stunna]
n_gga get me mad, get on the ‘gram and post a curtis jackson
that’s a fifty just in case you askin’
jit, i feel like a.i. when i’m ballin’, i don’t need no practice
ho just threw it on me in the strip, d_mn near tricked off the backend
back_to_back black trucks, they lookin’ like, “where the h_ll joe biden?”
jit, lil’ bruh got rich, you f_ck with us, you can’t do no hiding
trap house filled up with fish and slips, come and choose your liking
b_tch, i got en route just in time like a f_cking viking
maybach gls, feel like it’s sky zone when i’m in the whip
ho keep askin’ me ’bout other hoes, i’m tired of this lil’ b_tch
fresh up out the mall, racks for the ‘fit, i ain’t even post the drip
jits ’round me wan’ smoke, they favorite rapper d_mn near nardo wick
n_gga, i’m a diamond in the rough, you boys is morcanite
i know n_ggas that slide, swing, and shoot, boy, that’s triple mike
walked up out the bank with so much cheese, they think i pulled a heist
i done did so much dirt in my life, i’ll take it up with christ
last year i was in b00by trap throwin’ ones with drizzy ‘dem
mortal kombat switch up on the gl!ck, hop out and finish him
amiri jeans too tight, this twenty_ball can’t do no fittin’ in
boy, that jit c stunna fly as f_ck, ain’t no one trim as him
tellin’ me to pick a side, is you gon’ die for me?
she say i’m the only one, ho is you lyin’ to me?
got this n_gga b_tch inside suburbans playin’ hide_and_seek
jeweler sayin’ twenty for the watch, you think this time is free?
i’m in love with high fashion, nothin’ on me cheap
ho just know to keep it p if she got hit by q or c
b_tch, i jumped up off the porch and took a major leap
tied in everywhere, these n_ggas know just not to play with me
[verse 2: skrilla]
back_to_back, matte black the trucks, i had to swap the vin (brr)
shootouts in broad day, i slime my slatt, no, that is not my kin (brrt)
honey bun stuffed in the mattress, feelin’ like i’m future ‘nem (nah, for real)
shooters always right beside me, opps, know what to do with them (huh?)
break a n_gga down, kit kat, switch break a n_gga bones (hey, come here)
how the f_ck you tryna diss the dead, ain’t never fetch a bone? (get him)
watch your tone when you try speakin’ on a n_gga name (nah, for real)
n_gga even look at n_gga wrong, we’ll tap a n_gga brain (huh?)
n_gga, uh (n_gga, uh), havin’ sh_t like wizz havinn
stunt on sh_t like c stunna, four pockets filled cabbage
tell a made_ass n_gga from the trenches, n_gga, f_ck the fame
servin’ cuddies got the block hot how i got my name
jumpin’ out the black escalade truck like, “where the booters at?”
i’m in the trenches, b_tch, relax, i’m where the shooters at (b_tch, i’m geeked)
five_percent the whip and five_percent tint on my shades
i put ricky head to toe, b_tch look like she from himalayas

- c stunna skrilla

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