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dc2trill & 1300saint - ken carson/n.t.g كلمات أغنية

[part i]

[intro: 1300saint]
yeah, bhristo, tell ’em what we doin’, slime

[verse 1: 1300saint]
i just rubber band another one, i’m like the bank teller (teller)
i just f_cked another b_tch but can’t tell ’em (tell ’em)
i know you gon’ fall in love, b_tch, just don’t tell me (tell me)
pull up in that white ghost but it’s angelic
all these b_tches gon’ cheat, we just let ’em proceed
i just did another show, gave my mom the proceeds (oh)
gotta love this dark sh_t on me, they hatin’ low_key
i be actin’ like i don’t see, i hate read receipts (hate that sh_t)
never pop out when i’m out, you act like you scared of me (b_tch, you scared?)
never let me run a fade, you know that ain’t fair to me (it ain’t fair)
potent gas, the guys smoke, bro just poured a pint of lean and now he talk like rylo
i just wore the jacket once and gave it to my side ho
bae, i understand if you wanna leave, just tell me why though
if you wanna f_ck just pull up on me, i bust it wide open
twin sleep but his eyes open, i done learned stop partic_p_tin’ as i got older
smokin’ gary payton, i can’t even make my eyes open
to the racks, i got closer

[verse 2: dc2trill]
to these lames i’m not cultured
switchin’ lanes, i’m not sober
give me the cup, i’ll pour it over
i got three hoes crossin’ boarders
r.i.p. street, we ain’t up the heat, he’d just hand it over
keep it p, bet your b_tch took soon as she look over (yeah)
pour a six in my own pop, don’t pass me no soda
she got it tatted like chrisean rock, 2t inked all over
chopper on me like i came from the noya
baby girl fine, i ain’t chargin’ no fee
baby boy ain’t built for street sh_t, go work at hardee’s
cadillac v with the wide_body kit, bet i get it started, huh
diamonds causin’ chaos in my pendent, ken carson (mm)
[part ii]

[intro: 1300saint]
(bhristo, talk to ’em, slime)
woah, woah
woah, woah

[verse 1: 1300saint]
i make all this motherf_ckin’ money just to f_ck it off (bae)
shawty came around and now my lingo started rubbin’ off (frrt)
i just put a b_tton on a glock, this sh_t ain’t comin’ off
f_ck n_gga, f_ck your plug, b_tch, i’m runnin’ off
i don’t talk, i don’t like to talk, i let my money talk (yeah)
smellin’ like the cash everywhere i go, this sh_t ain’t comin’ off (slatt)
i ain’t havin’ a good time f_ckin’ your ho, this sh_t ain’t fun at all (stupid b_tch)

[verse 2: dc2trill & 1300saint]
hit a b_tch after the club, ain’t give her a hug, sh_t, i was just f_ckin’ off
ten bops, f_ckin’ off the strip, i ain’t a friend at all (i said)
you can hit my guys but not my cup or my blunt at all (’round this sh_t)
b_tch got more bodies than late lil’ nare, i can’t cuff at all (ex)
i be with saint and got a saint, but ain’t nothin’ saints about us (nope)
i be with lean, poison, and gangsters, and them real shottas (drank)
b_tch, i told your whole lie so how the f_ck you clock it? (stupid
ass)
n_gga dropped another dime, sh_t, that’s ten bodies (with your dumb ass)
[verse 3: 1300saint]
if i ever gotta shoot it, then my bro behind me
why the f_ck you signed for that advance? i spend that on my closet (lil’ sh_t)
if you want you can try that sh_t with me but i just wouldn’t advise it (don’t try this sh_t)
i swear i hate all of these n_ggas, i just can’t jazz it (hate this b_tch)
don’t know how it feel to be this rich, i d_mn near can’t describe it (can’t describe)
i just f_cked a lil’ ho and her friend becuase i couldn’t decide (couldn’t decide)
wake up and put that stuff on, i’m in a new attire
i just ran a motherf_ckin’ bag up with my shoes untied

[verse 4: dc2trill]
make her suck it ’til she tired, crack a paint, get fried like fries
sendin’ hoes black trucks all week, this my twentieth ride
buddy thought he was tough up on that live, now he on a live (p_ssy)
i like hangin’ out with my slimes ’cause they are my kind
get it kid, fifteen minutes, i get clean like tide
i got love for my robbers and k!llers, we done built a bond
we ain’t never said free all n_ggas, went and got a bond
split the dime, that’s three pints of qua’, got me feelin’ fine
old drink, had to pour it up in the lemon lime
lil’ boy tippin’ these lames, better stay from around (he’s a lil’ boy)
i’ll build a tent up in the rain, just to catch my guy
it’ll be some ran up in h_ll if i sell fye

[outro: 1300saint]
f_ck? huh, you not that guy
why she try to make me unlock my phone but i’m not that high (crazy)
i was finna make her lil’ excuse but i’m not gon’ try (crazy)
didn’t tell you i would tell the truth, i’m just not gon’ lie (b_tch)

- dc2trill 1300saint

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