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dee mula - no pad no pen كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(twyst y’all n_ggas up)
yeah (uh, uh, uh)
this off the top of the head
you know, i ain’t got no pen or no pad (dee mula)
i mix the percs with the papers (ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
i mix the percs with the papers (yeah)
ayy

[verse]
i keep some sh_t for sale just like the corner store
what you need? i can take care of you now, my price is very low, but don’t be cheap
i mix gucci with louis v. i just be tryin’ sh_t
hold on, this a c8, v8 the motor, just been buyin’ sh_t
i’m high and sh_t
mix percocets with tris, this a two thousand dollar cup
put ten ounces in the two liter, can’t focus, i been stuck
you sittin’ there playin’ like i won’t knock off your man for what you sayin’
and left him in the hood when you got rich to die ‘causе he look bad
these n_ggas ain’t got еnough money to go to war, i’m big dog, built ford tough
push b_tton, maybach truck, exotic park, quick drip, cups of ice
b_tch threaten me, tell me she leavin’, well, bye b_tch, i don’t need you
i’m the reason these n_ggas be grieving, got hit with buzz and beaters
i won (uh), caught him at the store, no gun (uh)
it was all fun and games ’til they start dyin’, now it ain’t no fun
how you gon’ go to war with a don? i’m rich, i’m havin’ this sh_t
everywhere i go, they go, i keep my k!llers with me, they travelin’ sh_t
bp the sprinter and we chief keef’d the rental, smokin’ them dead n_ggas
told me i’m fresh to death, puttin’ that sh_t on, ho, makin’ my head bigger
he think he deebo, well, i’m craig, n_gga
come across your head with this four nick’, won’t be no brick
i put boxes on them glocks, can’t beat no switch
n_gga tried to run the truck, stopped his legs from movin’
baby, i’m ballin’, hittin’ the bleachers
bae walk in look past, they do, that n_gga ain’t nothin’
n_gga, i’m bustin’ you reach for that chain
“i just wanted to touch it,” well, n_gga don’t touch it
get full of them percs, now switchin’ the lane
i’m high as f_ck, these b_tches bustin’
how you gon’ start some beef then turn ’round try to squash it?
you must know you next to die
i ain’t got come up out my pocket, they doin’ it for free
pull up, they doin’ it for me, hop out, they gonna do it on feet
i told you your time was comin’, be patient, they do it so neat
i spent like three fifty on jewelry, cars, and clothes, some ‘bows
i had guns ‘fore i signed the deal, i just went and bought more
pretty b_tch rub on her toes, i keep me a kit for the road
l!ck on my neck to my nose, in her purse, gon’ see a rose
freaky and sh_t how i like her (ooh), how she cummin’, i’ll wife her
i’m off these adderalls, might just pull an all_nighter
f_ck her ’til the sun up (ugh)
k!lled her from the back, she like, “why you ain’t put your gun up?”
i can’t, your n_gga might bust in

- dee mula

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