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carro - untitled كلمات الأغنية

refrain 1:
broken lives make broken lies with teary eyes that never cry with gun shots closer than the feds kinda hard to see that i’m not dead n-gg-s never listen that’s sound language can’t f-ck around cause my mind crazy got an eye on u like fetty wap underneath my soles that concrete

verse 1:
i’m twisted up like fingers this old language you vibe with she on the grams like insta she snap back that’s snapchat this 24 like bryant got sneaky n-gg-s that’s rat packs they love llamas on carl sh-t they whipping sh-t that’s jimmy sh-t see i hate choirs but i’ll clean your clock got audi hoes that’s a 3 peat music got the b-ss thought i caught a case cops in the place that’s a trap house mom pulled a knife close as 21 we clippers here no l.a. don’t wanna lose like golden state n-gg- said i changed but they never there had stole the 5’s cause i had to eat and i had to drip like faucets hate asking mom cause we getting broke cause i’m the definition of a starving artist but they never believe me they smoking on fiji k!ll n-gg-s if need be got green like luigi white lines that’s adidas get out of the fetus done asking for verification i be this i say it i do it you know that its booming from metro to zooming you know that i’m moving you think i should do it cause you got to bobbin your head when i’m foolin got head in a hoopty get lost in the writing its more than inviting got stories to tell its all on my body they force and collect and not serve and protect ag what you spit? i really put in (x3)

verse 2:
i’m always next to stars like its the weekend they wearing blue and locking arms like a protest progress but i’m over it like hurtles looping it like tucans you know famous when you getting twitter checks n-gg- tracks i run them women i love them haters say f-ck them raps i bust them and i love them 281 i’m repin hoes they stressing f-ck depression n-gg-s stay flexing they getting tired real quick like a piegon on my bread time gotta eat we got some quarterbacks they throwing bullets washington call me subliminal i could have been a criminal n-gg-s banging but they never find the g spot we in the prehistorical age in 2017 cause we k!lling over rocks with the stick talk as a kid scratched my face like the lottery i been taking over houston no u of h that’s empire kevin gates i’m never tired gotta make a houston tape so these n-gg-s know i’m fire queen b, mike dean, travis scott, maxo kream we the team intervene hope it happen gotta get them clapping want my lyrics resonating off ya tongue 17 when i wrote this its kinda funny how we want change but never got it or we voting for a n-gg- that has h-lla profit he representing his self he thinking give me all of your checks as the poor kids thinking what we gonna do next watching american horror story without a television these messages important and u know i’m never folding n-gg-

- carro

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