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chances make bosses - stickin' كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, ayy, yeah
yeah, ayy
yeah, ayy, yeah

[verse 1]
ayy, just put some bread on my n_gga tablet
cold part, i’ll cl!ck like adam sandler
and my plug from the town like black panther
really bust a n_gga dome with that black hammer
we be in the cookies store, y’all be smokin’ bammer
got this webcam b_tch, she wanna f_ck on camera
i’ma do it like shaquille, break the whole rim
n_ggas happy ’cause they finally seen a whole ten
we be in them foreign sh_ts with that trump tint
did a gig for a pint, sold the whole script
i got drip, b_tch, that d_ckies suit a hard fit
old b_tch, shе wanna suck and f_ck and pop cris’
cried a hundred nights when thеm n_ggas popped chris
forty thousand in my lap in that drop six
i don’t owe a n_gga sh_t, i’m how i got this
really raised ’round them k!llers [?][0:45]
pfft, yeah, ayy, yeah
really raised ’round them k!llers [?][0:50]
pfft, yeah, ayy, look, yeah (tell ’em, n_gga, watch this), ayy
[verse 2]
white tee, bandana tied, we the hot boys
hit a n_gga with that fire, he unemployed
all my n_ggas down to slide, we don’t go back and forth
hit my youngin with a pack, said he tryna score
n_gga try and go up top, put him in the morgue
n_gga was playin’ with my bands, we don’t play fair
hit my youngin, thirteen, we ain’t sheddin’ tears
put your b_tch on some game, sh_t was top_tier
we is really on the block, you is not there
burn the ruger_57, hit your top man (yeah)
stashin’ work in girbauds, we was tryna be the man
d_mn, we just tryna be the man

[verse 3]
why the f_ck my pops have me if he didn’t want me?
i been starvin’ all my life, b_tch, i been hungry
in the church payin’ tithes with that b_tch on me
i’m a grown_ass man, done grew, now big homies
knew him a long time, he still switched on me
man, i was stickin’ up this b, i’m tryna shoot somethin’
ayy, bro say i’m sick, i need to chill, huh
look, my n_ggas too young, can’t risk none
i was nineteen tryna get my wrist done
up at saks fifth, tell my b_tch to pick one
i ain’t even cheat, i just got my d_ck sucked
ayy, ride through the hood with my wrist up
n_gga f_ck around, ugh, uh, ayy
i’m f_ckin’ stickin’, n_gga
[outro]
yeah
f_ck, n_gga, i’m that n_gga
f_ck

- chances make bosses

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