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dee mula - intro كلمات الأغنية

[verse]
this gas got me so high
it feel like i’m up in the air like a parachute
i’m clutching my strap while i’m riding
’cause i’m finna see the way these n-ggas plot on you
i cut you off ’cause you crossed me
you can quit calling, you done lost me
you the type to throw a shot on the internet
i’m the type that’ll off ’em
this b-tch that i’m f-cking, she got a big booty
and we be chilling, smoking weed and sh-t
we rolling up trees and sh-t
bae pulled the scr-p out, she like we need the stick
yeah you right, give it here, i’m trippin’
the devil tryna catch me slipping but i can’t go like that
won’t get no more like that, better play with your ho like that
and i got three b-tches, matter fact i got four b-tches
man i need some more b-tches
i’ma turn up with lil terio, my circle tighter than cheerios
i put a d-ck on the glock and i ain’t gotta reload
i can just keep on shooting
blow a n-gga like a flute, bless his -ss, hachoo
her p-ssy wet, make it p–p
share the b-tch, alley-oop
d-ck in her mouth like a tooth
i seen what you post on the internet
if i can’t get to you then you don’t need me
i’m feeling like wiz, i shot out
foreign b-tch in the whip doin’ dropout
i’m in the booth with my shirt off
b-tch hit the moon with her skirt off
pick up the cash and i skrrt off
hit the gas and go poof
i’m blowing kush out the roof
i’m getting chewed in the coupe
she poppin’ pills, now she turnt
seen 12 then i turned
’cause you know i’m hotter than perms
ain’t shaking hands, boy them germs
n-ggas snitching and they switching, i ain’t tryna catch that
i got some straps in my backpack
and i’m tryna get me some get back
my ex on the internet talking down
tryna sh-t on my name and sh-t
tryna get her some fame and sh-t
but i’m tryna get rich and go get me a famous b-tch
and i’m talking ’bout a millionaire
if she real put a ring on her
ain’t no sucker sh-t, she really bust some sh-t
she ain’t with that opp sh-t, lil baby f-ck with me
i’m in traffic with a whole bomb in a trunk
got huck arm in the trunk
if you run up i’ma dump, leave the boy slumped
walk up on him with the pump
i don’t rock sh-t fugazi, say i’m her favorite
now she on top like gravy
i’m in traffic with the haitians
and i got drugs for the patients

- dee mula

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