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cordae – 2 worlds كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: willtherapper]
look, ice on my wrist
dirty sprite in the zip
this b_tch like my kicks
she wanna get hit
his b_tch on my d_ck
he mad as a b_tch
but he won’t do sh_t
or else he getting a clip, woah
i keep a strap in the whip
you catch a shot in the hip
and you scared to come back on your strip
or else we put a tax on your sh_t, woah
i keep a strap in the whip
you catch a shot in the hip
and you scared to come back on your strip
or else we put a tax on your sh_t

[verse 2: cordae]
look, i cop a new bugatti for the few who got me
k!lling beats is a ruthless hobby
you say your shooters copy, never do it sloppy
drum a kit like they do karate
i be the first never lied in rap
i am a great, no denying that
i spit the higher than fire tracks
i can’t wait to blow up and they say he inquire racks
i switch a style and make it easy
i changed my friends ’cause they was greedy
i’m making money, they pay to meet me
i give a f_ck if a hater scheming
i gotta grind to make every dollar
my money stronger than larry lobster
i work with magic, that harry potter
you n_ggas scary, they bury yoppas
that money all on my mind
never stolen with time but i ball like lebron
labels calling my line but i never answered
diesel jeans [?]
bad hoes get to belly dancing
stealing styles get you reprimanded
screaming rest in peace, it’s forever branded
had to k!ll the beat causing h_lla damage, like woah
n_ggas would say i’m the hottest topic
what’s on my mind is a lot of profit (cash)
never sold dope til i got to college
this is not me, man, i gotta stop it
hit my bro [?] ’cause he got the loud
stack up them pennies, no oscar proud
you smoking dutches, you out of style
bro keep attacking, that’s not a foul
semi_automatic, i was never packing
boxing all these haters, i am everlasting
n_gga get a beat but never better rapping
get my cheddar stacking, such a clever savage
boy i been a beast since fifteen
n_gga wanna say his sh_t mean
all about the grind, i get cream
money all the time, got big dreams
[verse 3: willtherapper]
they like “will, you back in this b_tch”
if she ain’t tryna f_ck then i’m smacking her b_tch
they say “will you don’t drink,” but i’m smacked in this b_tch
these munchies too real, bring some snacks in this b_tch
got my strap in this b_tch ’cause you thinkin’ ’bout robbing me
money coming like your boy won the lottery
this b_tch she follow me then she gon’ swallow me
then i just duck her and text her “don’t bother me”
boy i get a lot of cheese, i don’t be arguing
if you just popping sh_t, turn you to taco mix
i need the money and i need a lot of it
if it ain’t money i’m not a part of it
n_ggas keep hating and i don’t acknowledge it
beef got a recipe, i put my glock in it
b_tch on my d_ck while she get to toppin’ it
roof on my coop [?] so i’m dropping it, woo
[?]

[interlude: cordae]
ayy, will, hold up bro
we ain’t even done yet fool, ayy

[verse 4: cordae]
n_gga i was deep in a deadly drought
was never worried ’bout getting heavy clout
f_ck a jaguar, bring the chevy’s out
n_ggas want the fame and i’m ready now
’cause i’m heavy gifted, make a well_decision
couldn’t tell the difference [?] vision
screaming f_ck the prison, it’s a failing system
free my little bro, ring the bell to listen
’cause the beat dumber, straight speed gunner
and my n_ggas kick it like we be punters
i’m a college kid with a street wonder
n_ggas looking for me but they steve wonder
got a lot of dimes like steve numbers
that’s nash n_gga, straight cash figures
need a new girl and her ass bigger
k!lled the f_ckin’ beat, never blast triggers
i’m about the grind and i’m making cash
i don’t f_ck with n_ggas like stacy dash
so i hit up will and he’ll spray his ass
he was talking crazy, now he racing fast, like…

- cordae

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