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cordae & rg simba - tough decisions pt. 2 كلمات الأغنية

[intro: rg simba]
hollow
ay, hollow, turn me up
simdot
simdot
b_bankroll got it

[chorus: rg simba]
cartier watch on my wrist while i post on the bricks
i be bringin’ them racks out (racks out)
these n_ggas be actin’ like they wanna rumble
they get in that ring, and they tap out (tap out)
how you gon’ k!ll me?
you can’t see me coming, you know that mercedes is blacked out (skrrt)
hit from the back and she black out
foot on they neck, run it up ’til i pass out (yeah)
baby, i’m lit now, suck it (suck it)
they ask what you rep, you better not duck it (h_ll yeah)
know what i rep, i yell it in public (yeah)
don’t want yo’ ho, that b_tch is busted (sim dot)
time i leave, frr, load it up, bust it
the hammer on me (frrr), can’t touch this (yеah)
i found out he told, and i was disgusted
hi levеl sh_t, b_tch we ball with no budget

[verse 1: rg simba]
ain’t conversin’ with n_ggas, i’m runnin’ up hundreds
if i got an issue, it’s gettin’ confronted (‘fronted)
ain’t gotta prove sh_t ’cause i already done it (i did it)
i’m thuggin’ forreal, gotta take what it come with
this d_ck in her guts, she gon’ take it, no runnin’ (no runnin’)
can miss me with that, that fake sh_t, don’t want it (don’t want it)
hop out with that frrr, he runnin’, he jumpin’
hit from the front, she yellin’, she cummin’ (she cummin’)
grove street n_gga, how i’m really a jailbird
before i see heaven, i might go to h_ll first
i’m really a king, these lil’ n_ggas is helpers
he seen that fast sh_t, he tried run, but he fell first
the whole county hatin’, so that’s why we pack glocks
i lost my n_gga when i was on max block
took him, he was drunk, we left him out band_c_cked’
and we rich forever, gon’ die when the cash stop
[chorus: rg simba]
cartier watch on my wrist while i post on the bricks
i be bringin’ them racks out (racks out)
these n_ggas be actin’ like they wanna rumble
they get in that ring, and they tap out (tap out)
how you gon’ k!ll me?
you can’t see me coming, you know that mercedes is blacked out (blacked out)
hit from the back and she black out
foot on they neck, run it up ’til i pass out (yeah)
baby, i’m lit now, suck it (fah, fah, fah)
they ask what you rep, you better not duck it
know what i rep, i yell it in public (public)
don’t want yo’ ho, that b_tch is busted (she hit)
time i leave, frr, load it up, bust it
the hammer on me (frrr), can’t touch this (yeah)
i found out he told, and i was disgusted (disgusted)
hi level sh_t, b_tch we ball with no budget

[verse 2: cordae]
hi level sh_t, watch, we take this sh_t global
the f_ck was you at when we had the boost mobile?
i’m on my third crib, boy a n_gga buy coastal
i don’t give a f_ck what them n_ggas had told you
i rich like a b_tch, and i smell like a brick
we still screamin’, “free mack,” he ain’t tellin’ ’em sh_t
and when lil’ simba went back to jail, i was sick
even talked to kim k, but she ain’t help with sh_t
but f_ck it, i got it, we come from the projects
my jailbird shooter call me droppin’ knowledge
i blew up the next month i dropped out of college
my girl speak french, i don’t got no stylist
i come from the trenches, that foreign got mileage
money got a stench, i bet i smell like it
my shooter got a twitch, he on that c_ck sh_t
my car got the speed, i be on that fly sh_t
a conscious n_gga, they be so surprised when i pull up and skrrt in that trackhawk (skrrt)
i ain’t from the block, boy, i’m part of the block
we together forever like asphalt (real)
when i was five, i woke up and seen bricks in the kitchen, that sh_t was my dad fault
these n_ggas my sons, rest in peace jerry springer
the lie detector ain’t say that’s false
[chorus: rg simba]
cartier watch on my wrist while i post on the bricks
i be bringin’ them racks out (racks out)
these n_ggas be actin’ like they wanna rumble
they get in that ring, and they tap out (tap out)
how you gon’ k!ll me?
you can’t see me coming, you know that mercedes is blacked out (blacked out)
hit from the back and she black out
foot on they neck, run it up ’til i pass out (yeah)
baby, i’m lit now, suck it (fah, fah, fah)
they ask what you rep, you better not duck it
know what i rep, i yell it in public (public)
don’t want yo’ ho, that b_tch is busted (she hit)
time i leave, frr, load it up, bust it
the hammer on me (frrr), can’t touch this (yeah)
i found out he told, and i was disgusted (disgusted)
hi level sh_t, b_tch we ball with no budget

- cordae rg simba

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