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daemoney – new 30 كلمات اغاني

[intro: babyface ray]
(lil ron on the track)
yeah

[verse 1: babyface ray]
give me a minute, bro, i’m comin’ to the city
yeah, i ain’t even f_ck your b_tch ’cause a n_gga picky
ayy, between me and you, all these n_ggas dilly
really, i’m just bouncin’ back from f_ckin’ up some chicken
blue 30, huh, this a new 30
how the f_ck you stay clean, but your juice dirty?
that n_gga soda bust a ‘dweller, that’s like two birdies
i ain’t even gon’ talk, let the coupe hurt ’em
at the rooftop, takin’ ’42 shots
louis bandana like i’m tupac
if you see me with a snake, then it’s guwop
caught a n_gga lackin’, told bro, “hand me the oohwop”
come down your block sideways, wake the hood up
feds on a n_gga path, threw the plug up
cut a b_tch off before i put the drugs up
i been ballin’ for a minute, ain’t get subbed once
coast_to_coast, i hope you know your b_tch, she do the most
she be blowin’ up my phone when a n_gga gone
and i don’t even answer, i just spin her
told her pull up to the booth the only way that i’ma hit her
what the fiends pay made a n_gga reconsider
forever trappin’, mama told me never be a quitter
i just pulled a free eight racks out the blender
and that was homebase, i ain’t even have to send ’em
i just hit revive, drink ace with my n_ggas
gucci for my kids, give perkies to the b_tches
he ask me what i do, i say i play for the pistons
shootin’ long jumpers, b_tch, i never miss it
i had good parents, but a n_gga never listened
if you give that p_ssy up to me, we can kick it
if you give that p_ssy up on me, i ain’t trippin’
b_tch, it’s the game, how i know? ’cause i’m in it
b_tch, it’s the gang, wavy gang, them my n_ggas
hit the club, rainin’ like flag, can’t forget you
still run in somerset, cashin’ out, huh
‘fore you ask the price on it, n_gga, try it out
i got your b_tch with me and she hidin’ out
huh, ask yourself is a ho somethin’ to die about?
n_ggas really finished, let me find out, huh
hope you have them racks on you when you sign out
you know the feeling when you runnin’ out of rubber bands?
all that d_ck sucking, you can’t hit the blunt again
you wanna make some money? grab these beans and tuck ’em in
three dollar beans, popped her cherry, should’ve brung a friend
big bag, lil’ boy, n_ggas big mad
how you gettin’ off on me with sh_t i been had?
[verse 2: daemoney]
this an ap, yeah, i know these n_ggas hate me
makin’ moves with a bad b_tch like i’m jay_z
if a n_gga gotta shoot the pill, what’s a chasie?
i’ll really do a b_tch wrong, i ain’t tay b
young tommy hearns, i be punchin’ sh_t
lil’ sis said ups just brought a bunch of sh_t
they know my n_ggas really bloodhounds for that tuckin’ sh_t
in high school, i was john tuck, a n_gga took your b_tch
watch cost a scat pack, but it’s plain, though
i got all these chains on me like i’m django
baby girl, this a masi’ truck, no durango
talked to my brother in his casket, sh_t was painful
yo pickin’ up pages in the morning like a carpool
new givenchy out of saks when i get out of school
remember me from back in the day? boy, i been a fool
sittin’ on snow to play with money in the living room
n_gga, f_ck somerset, i’m finna order that
i turned your baby out, come and get your daughter back
pull up to the pharm’ and my racks like, “where my money at?”
my p was just tapped in, i got a quarter back
hit a n_gga with a chopstick like i’m jet li
ice on, all white buffies on the jet_ski
takin’ out the trash, ‘bows wrapped in a hefty
i don’t even wanna f_ck your b_tch, boy, she pesky

- daemoney

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