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comme - tin trees كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: comme]
what’s life in the ghetto? click clack sound of the metal, time to meet your maker like geppetto, kids please settle, cars smell lost in the woods like hansel and gretel, stepping on the pedal ain’t talking bout rose petel, but your girl wanna wrestle, take her to the room undress her, smoking that pressure we f-ck on the dresser i hit it so raw i did not take my measures. (good good) good weed codeine mix that together chase your dreams, got loud got white got more green in the traphouse serving all the dope fiends with a hoe no clothes i’ll sixteen and she love talking dirty but the brick clean, she don’t never drink liq just sip lean, with a bad yellow b-tch looking prestine. tell me why the people mad at me cuz i’m k!lling beats only doing half the beat tragedy, p-ss it back don’t do the math i do the rap, i screw the craft and i do it happily, my team on deck with me like faculty and you ain’t gettin payed cooking at applebees so lil mama put her hands on her knees took her to the club now she made herslef a couple g’s, couple g’s, double d’s, b-mble bees dam imma have fun with these lost mines, north side but i been cross with the work in a trunk and a clip on the side, if your girl tryna split imma rip like a tide told her gimme that neck no tide no time, but she gimme that fire, n-gg-s say that they real but they pot and ion really wanna know why

[hook]
applied for the job, didn’t get hired cuz i came hot (x4)

[verse 2: comme]
leave me alone this is not where i belong, light up the kush and i’m gone, stuck in my zone, never talk work on the phone, never talk work on the phone, every dollar that i made came from the streets, now i need a fat check from the industry, heard you want my neck cuz imma finna be, bigger than you’ll ever be, boy you talking to a k!ller raised by a drug dealer, smoke weed f-ck hoes don’t need liquor, sip hen get throwed like a v flicker, d boys get g’s quicker, shoot 3’s like d. fisher, don’t kiss her why? cuz yo main girl team flipper, laugh at the game, see the big pic in the crash and the frame, i like a bad b-tch with a -ss and a brain, but she only knew the name when the cash came, team full of ninjas samurais liu kang, need a new whip everyday bruce wayne, bury me with two bad b-tches two chains, new tang new tang, hats off for the g pen, hit your girl on the weekend, got her sleeping, still got the pussy leaking

[verse 3:chester watson]
word, check its chester master mind f-ck, mad hatter resembling chilling keep lax, villainous eat tracks, n-gg-s hate because their grind suck, dismiss em to later i’m faded sitting like f-ck it, corrupt as the camp, bruh i’m just stuck in this trance, chucking a semi buck to the clutch like we running a clan, really who’s f-cking with that, silly we truck in the trap, muscle as tough as the black bison, the luggage is cracked try us like, we mega reckless fetch us etch a sketch and tetris stacking cheese, he the next when action freeze buddha veteran exhale the wax with ease, h-lla legendary steez, people writing barely breeze we poseidon shit, n-gg- we rollin h-lla trees, we’re delighted, catch me slipping and sipping on lean, scrolling a spliff and no rips in my jeans, backflip on his next brash tip, get the cream kid, comme crushing n-gg-s and i’m floating on some dream shit

- comme

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