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camoflauge monk - wally era كلمات الأغنية

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[verse 1: conway]
look, shotty with the drum, body on the gun
everybody got a body where i’m from
niggas across town heard the shotty when it rung
i rock the ostrich sb’s, bottom of ’em gum
machine, b-tch, i’m from the bottom of the slum
look, the nigga breathe wrong so i shot him in the lung
the silencer is on the nozzle of the gun
i shot him on my ducati hit the throttle and then vroooom
i sip the bottle ’til it’s done
i played your new shit then i promised it was flung
out the window of the masi’ let’s be honest i’m the one
everybody get a drum look how i body shit for fun
i been this dude since you was still in school
getting ridiculed, 22 for my tennis shoes
i told monk you niggas fool
i’m not impressed with you little moves
that shit is miniscule
while you on the internet, ranting, throwing subliminals
i’m counting blue money, your b-tch with me, she in the nude
fronting like, “you that nigga getting it done here”
with them bullshit chains i wouldn’t let my son wear
it’s a lot of kings but it’s only one here
and that’s me, actually nigga, this shit is unfair
the way i body shit in the booth, you couldn’t compare
so many straps my living room is looking like a gun fair
conway…

[verse 2: your old droog]

- camoflauge monk

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