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dc2trill – prolly كلمات اغاني

prolly lyrics
[intro]
yeah, nick on the track
nick on the track
(nick on the track)
yeah
out the roof probably (gotta dig it)
yeah
uh_huh (phew)

[chorus]
no ceilings sh_t, so i’m probably out the roof probably
i kicked that b_tch out, i probably felt a tooth probably
she was a six ’til that b_tch got a new body (dig?)
she gave me all the brain, she tryna find a new college (dig?)
n_gga tryna act tough, he probably off the boot probably
she ain’t pickin’ up when you call, i’m with your boo probably
i’m pourin’ drank for my dogs, i’m like a lean_tender (i’m pourin’ the drank)
you ain’t get no p_ssy in the city, dog, you need tinder

[verse 1]
i stay with my guys who fry, i feel like bender (phew)
beyoncé, she look like in hеr eyes, i’ma get with hеr (dig?)
why somebody with you set you up? it’s just a triple cross
i’m finna crucify three opps, i need triple crosses
talkin’ ’bout you seen an opp in payless, n_gga, why the f_ck was you in payless? (huh?)
i go to the hood, get some drank from a crackhead, that’s why i pay less (yep)
at my shows, just come in the dressing room and, uh, let me feel br__sts
for my bling_bling, boy, this n_gga, um, tried to johnny test
up that glizzy, leave him with holes, now that n_gga, um, way less
seen me in new york ballin’, they like, “you probably with the nets” (probably with the—)
i’m with your old_ass granny, then i’m probably getting tech (old_ass)
f_ckin’ this b_tch, got the other hoes, mad, n_gga, i’m probably gettin’ texts (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you went to the hood to get some drugs, n_gga, you probably gettin’ pressed (yeah)
rappin’ screw, thick creole ho, i’m probably out in texas (texas)
ridin’ with a .223, so i’m probably not gon’ miss (ridin’ with a .223)
with my partner and we zombie walkin’, probably poured a six (dig?)
in the a, in that lambo’ truck, i’m probably with lil boat
sneakin’ away from the group, sh_t, i’m probably with your ho
steady posting lean cups, that b_tch probably with lil’ moe (probably with lil’ moe)
you’re a very bad scammer, your piece probably ain’t gon’ go
[chorus]
no ceilings sh_t, so i’m probably out the roof probably
i kicked that b_tch out, i probably felt a tooth probably
she was a six ’til that b_tch got a new body (dig?)
she gave me all the brain, she tryna find a new college (phew)
n_gga tryna act tough, he probably off the boot probably (tryna act tough)
she ain’t pickin’ up when you call, i’m with your boo probably
i’m pourin’ drank for my dogs, i’m like a lean_tender
you ain’t get no p_ssy in the city, dog, you need tinder

[verse 2]
you shot that glock off in the woods, n_gga, you ain’t spin it (nah)
them hoes broke as the f_ck, i don’t need either (broke as the f_ck)
how the f_ck you smokin’ all the time and ain’t got no reefer? (how the f_ck?)
why the f_ck you always on my time and ain’t no yours either? (tell me, why the f_ck?)
i got these hoes shakin’ ass and they ain’t wh0res either
she suck my d_ck right by the mic, she ain’t record either (dig?)
we running low up on that sh_t, call the metro man (yep)
i feel just like obama, n_gga, yes, we can
lil’ mama been blowin’ me for hours, n_gga, pass the fan
came as the shooter and got shot, he need a better plan
i was robbin’ n_ggas for the fun, now i’m a better man
n_gga try me in this rap sh_t, i’ma relapse again
i’m finna get married to keisha, rob my best man
i f_cked brittany and tanesha, then robbed they mans
we ain’t got no cups or no ice, i poured it in the can
i put six pints up on his heads, i poured it on your man
got my lil’ buzz, now these b_tches tryna do me now (got my lil’ buzz)
came in with a soldier rag on, i feel like juvenile
stack the cash up, i can’t let these labels screw me now
put suppressor right up on the tec, it made the bloop sound (phew)
i got the ball up in my hand, but i don’t need these n_ggas (nope)
walkin’ out the mansion, best believe she brought some s_m_n with her (walkin’ out the mansion)
wipe it off her face, then i made the b_tch flush the tissue (wipe it off)
tryna build a case, police n_ggas, i ain’t f_ckin’ with ’em
[outro]
yeah
f_ck n_gga
drank babies 3, man, drank babies 3
dig?

- dc2trill

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