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contentthief – metaphors كلمات اغاني

[intro]
he he. neva thought i would met you (neva thought
i would met you). neva thought i would met you

[verse 1]
neva thought i would met you in the back of the benzo
talkin all this sh_t but they just thinkin bout this sh_t, but they just trappin on a nikke. come around trappin on this
sh_t but they just trappin on you. pullin on the streets
in the blue, pullin on the streets on you. pullin
on the trap and im packin in the pack. ain’t no trity tryna talk about that. ain’t n0body tryna f_ck wit me. when i pull up in the benzo and the ye. ain’t n0body tryna talk me…down from murderin my self and everybody else and in the school:) talkin all this sh_t but they just roll with they is cool. talkin all this sh_t, talkin talkin all this sh_t, talkin all this sh_t talkin talkin

[verse 2]
ain’t n0body tryna give me any respect, thats when i pull up on a b_tch and then i put in the pec. but then they trappin on a man but they just trappin on a b_tch, then they pull up in the window when they crackin on the street. thats how everybody be talkin about when they just pullin on the trappy they just pullin on the trappy like that. trappin on me, trappin on me, trappin on me, trappin, trappin on me, trappin, trappin on me (yeahhh!!). ain’t n0body tryna give me no respect. everybody tryna put me on the tec. ain’t n0body tryna save me from myself or from anyone else. thats all they talk about, talkin on me, talkin on me, talkin on me. talkin on me all about like that, this gon be a hit track on the fact. fat ass b_tch tryna call me on the back
trippin on me, trippin on me, trippin on me, trippin on me, trippin on me, trippin like that. trippin on the xannny trippin trippin on my xannny’s trippin trippin on the xannnys like that. just like i stook my leg out and you tripped and fall
and i pullin on a ganst against the wall. put the blackmail against the wall, and racken on this sh_t, but they just trappin on the b_tches like that

[verse3]
this whole album i ain’t wrote a single lyric, just been spittin out my heart which ain’t nothing, puttin this sh_t in the ground. tryna trap with me, tryna trap with me. then he put the gun to his own head. i was like “b_tch, what the f_ck is you doing b_tch? you gonna die, you gonna k!ll yourself forever and you never gonna ever get to eat pie. you gotta eat pie, you gotta eat pie. every weeknd, on the sundays and the days go by. as i love be talkin bout a b_tch, always be talkin on a sl_t. talkin all this sh_t like i dont care, but really i do im sad

- contentthief

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