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c9unt - rxk slitherman shuffle كلمات أغنية

[intro]
this song gon’ be better than tupac ’dear momma’
el money chopped this up like chopped cheese
yeah
yeah

[verse]
mama kicked me to the street i got a gun
told me get hit by a car
mama want that insurance money
i know my mama love the money
mama said get the f_ck out
i used the robbery route
i go on the run police looking for me
my mommy turned me in
mommy is not for me
b_tch you f_cked my daddy and had s_x
you had me i came in this world
you had two more boys and a girl
you got other kids to worry about
my mama made me a gangster
i lovе my mom i used to hate her
i told my girlfriеnd… you my mommy cook me food
i told my girlfriend… you my mommy rub my back
tell me you love me it’ll be alright
kiss me in my forehead tell me goodnight
i go outside through the night
i got a big ass gl!ck and i’m selling crack
they are not tough or gangster why they rap like that
i got good l!cks drive for this coke and this crack
i drove twenty hours thirty hours fifteen hours for that
boy you b_tch as h_ll you broke as h_ll you lying and you’re rat
i never stole my mama purse but mama… what you want from me?
i went juvenile mama said she not come visit me
flights back to back mama like “what you did to me?”
i told my mama you remember when you called police on me?
n_gga told on me in the streets and my mama did the same
i’m f_cked up in my head trust issues is f_cking my brain
my uncle hating i should k!ll him hating on my ways
they 1k i k!lled everybody who i went to school with
going crazy and my mind getting nervous paranoid everybody i’m cool with
don’t make me nervous think he tryin’ set me up imma bust my move
pull a pole out on my cousin he like “what the f_ck i do?”
whole time i was playing it cool but i’m not tryin’ lose my cool
expose a n_gga he mad now he wan’ put on a façade
this glock hit yo’ b_tch ass boy and you be praying to god
lisha g got me head over heels i ain’t even gon’ cap
they like don’t fight over b_tches i’m like “fight what? i got the strap.”
you f_ck off on me do what you want imma focus on my bag
baby like you can trap out the crib
got you girl don’t ask for sh_t
what you need, cashapp you quick?
my daughter’s good, daddy rich
i got an opp who broke named rich
my b_tch light skin and slim thick
my b_tch bad as h_ll sh_tting on these broke hoes
she don’t need a sugar daddy her big neph throwing down fours
my b_tch don’t scam, steal out the store and share clothes
el money like don’t f_ck with them hoes they stealing
unfollow all my followers on the ‘gram
if you not important in my life
don’t take my sh_t for granted
two tone glock look like a sandwich
slitherman rob all his friends
slitherman don’t have no friends
i call you my brother not my friend
because slitherman rob his friends
rob you once, rob you again
everybody in my city know i robbed
i can name hundred n_ggas that i robbed
shoot yourself like cheddar bob
beat your face in with a glock
song better than dear momma
glock beat your chest like rod wave
[outro]
c_nt

- c9unt

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