cheromani – off the lot remix كلمات اغاني
[verse]
my n_ggas rockin’ that prada_prada
you can get k!lled for a dolla_dolla
give a f_ck what you said, i’m like rodda_rodda
yeah, and that n_gga got popped like a perc
get put on a tee, what size your shirt?
i might get rich, i feel like fifty
brand new b_tch, she keep wearing balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci
i’ma get rich, p diddy
bad lil’ hoe just give me that kitty
if a n_gga get shot, then he running like ricky
d_mn, my n_ggas gon’ level up
i might ride in that benz or the tonka truck
sippin’ purple, that icky, that double cup
and my n_ggas, we madе a way
i stay f_cked up n_gga, don’t die in your place
b_b_tch i put that on my gravе
smart ass n_gga, i ain’t failing my grades
whole lotta lean, whole lotta wock
i’m in la where the sun don’t stop
b_tch i might cop me a drop
n_gga run up, and he might get popped
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
[interlude]
and i swear, n_ggas not as real as me
real sh_t
[verse 2]
young n_gga, bl!ck em
silly rabbit, you can’t trick me
three glocks n_gga so picky
and i told my n_ggas i gotta go get ’em
my n_ggas shoot like dirk, talkin’ nowitzki
you know my cup too p_ssy
and look at your b_tch, she miss me
i told her to hit it, can’t give her no d_ck ’cause i’m busy
i ain’t talkin’ no yeat, yeah that’s twizzy
your b_tch said she hot dog, n_gga i’ll give her the glizzy
f_ck a b_tch, talk about big
lil’ twizzy gon’ spin on his block like a motherf_ckin’ fidget
lil’ n_gga run, i ain’t talking for president
taliban, b_tch we takin’ your residence
and i swear my lil’ broad, she came from heaven man
runner gon’ bl!ck him, xd gon’ hit him
i tote my rocket, the clip, it’s gon’ d_ck him
all my attire is rick and some denim
look at my whip b_tch, the windows are tinted
don’t go and comment and post your opinions
she gon’ get slayed, she swear that i’m sinning
we don’t cop matching fits but i swear that we twinning
young n_gga, bl!ck em
silly rabbit, you can’t trick me
three glocks n_gga so picky
and i told my n_ggas i gotta go get ’em
my n_ggas shoot like dirk, talkin’ nowitzki
she ain’t had no bread, so i paid for her titties
texaco, my b_tches drip in the city
and i walk in the club, i don’t got my bl!cky
[outro]
i don’t got my_
and we really up?
i ain’t talkin’ no yeat, yeah that’s twizzy
your b_tch said she hot dog, n_gga i’ll give her the glizzy
f_ck a b_tch, talk about big
lil’ twizzy gon’ spin on his block like a motherf_ckin’ fidget
lil’ n_gga run, i ain’t talking for president
taliban, b_tch we takin’ your residence
and i swear my lil’ broad, she came from heaven man
runner gon’ bl!ck him, xd gon’ hit him
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