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ciexll - snakes n dracs كلمات أغنية

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[intro: jay]
yo, only rl sh_t n_gga, f_ck you talm ’bout?

[verse 1: jay]
take a n_gga for his sh_t, b_tch i won’t ever change
we up the score, .45 let it blow, we causin’ n_gga pain
they say lil’ jay dangerous, he up the drac’ and let it sang
you just here to f_ck, no i can’t cuff, you don’t deserve a ring
let a n_gga play wit’ gang, and that’s on god imma catch a stain
and that on god i can’t get took, he a b_tch we leave him shook
caught that lil’ boy lackin’, his eyes widen, read just like a book
i could take yo’ b_tch in seconds, lil’ n_gga just look
and best believe, you come down one way, then yo’ sh_t get cooked
and best believe, you play with gang, we let the choppa bang
fried that n_gga up, just like some fries, we causin’ major pain
hoe you is a sl_t, you let that n_gga f_ck, and he a lame
b_tch know i’m a bucket, step back for the three just like i’m dame
and all my young n_gga ‘nem inna field, not onna game

[verse 2: sip]
yeah all my lil’ bros in the field, they out there causing genocide
don’t try the gang, we come through blitzing, best know we got plenty fyes
n_gga dissing ’bout his bro, i told his b_tch ass come and slide
told the b_tch i never trick, that sh_t be f_cking up my pride
early morning, pour a deuce, get off that drank, i’m moving slow
i’m going up, just give me time, like prada 5, i’m bound 2 blow
and i ain’t never duck no smoke, i’m wit it all, like f_ck you saying?
told his ass to drop the lo, got heavy sticks, no we ain’t playing
n_gga pull up tryna wrestle, 7.62 slam his ass
and lil’ jay onna wheel, but he might dog this b_tch, f_ck up the glass
[verse 3: jay]
d_gg_ng this b_tch on the e_way, off the x, you know i’m bussin’
b_tch i got a big ass drac’, you want some smoke? lil’ boy we comin’
stay wit’ stick, you know i’m huntin’
with the bloods, boy how you bummin’?
yo’ b_tch said you acting up, so she call me, put d_ck in her stomach
you know lil’ jay keep it p, he keep it real, can’t do no fussin’
happy i scored on some wock, lil’ jay can’t do no robitussin

[verse 4: ciexll]
yeah, huh, scored on wock, but i’m off thrax
and me and gang ball on these n_ggas for the fifth time, chasin’ saks
passed the wood, i passed the drank, i’m lacing sh_t like plaqueboymax
and why you frontin’ to yo’ b_tch if you ain’t got no f_ckin racks?

[verse 5: sip]
how you lying to a b_tch? his stupid ass look dumb as f_ck
steady dissing on my mans, we threw his b_tch ass in the truck
on the court just like a piston, shootin’ sh_t just like i’m cade
got green balencis on my feet, i swing the stick just like i’m jade

[verse 6: ciexll]
swinging sticks, but i got green beams on my sh_t like johnny cage
n_gga dissin’, f_ck the chops, swarm his b_tch ass up wit’ raids
on my vamp sh_t, f_ck a carti, come through punchin’ sh_t like blade
(yo, yo, yo, yo, yo)
b_tch i’m back in, f_ck around, we get you tatted
srt, i got the wheel, flyin’ through just like aladdin
me and sip up in the rolls, jay and cole up in the wagon
run a 6 right wit’ the bros, come through blitzin’ sh_t like madden
chase him down, he gone like magic
f_ck the hands, let’s tote the sticks up
quick to claim someone ya mans, but then you f_ck around and switch up
steady d_ckriding ya mans, i dropped his ass, come get yo’ b_tch up
roll ’em up like tootsie rolls, repeat this sh_t like some hiccups
speak on gang, pop up like sit ups
[outro: ciexll]
b_tch, d_mn, f_ck

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