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dj drama & lil uzi vert - free game (demo) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: 42 dugg]
they talkin’ ’bout out here? (free them boys, free them boys)

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
they like
“get in your bag,” b_tch, i been in mines (h_lluva made the beat, baby)
if mel order four, i probably send him five (no cap, antt did the track)
k!ll ’em, don cherry wit’ me, crippin’, tryna k!ll a five
oh, you don’t bang sh_t? same sh_t still’ll get you fried
drop some then skate off, i still remember six to nine
f_ck dawg, he hatin’ on me, i still be in this b_tch with mine
did some time, like six years, how you feelin’?
i ain’t goin’ back, don’t get k!lled, that’s on my n_gga
evеrybody on the finkle, still won’t put ’em on thе payroll
i could f_ck whoever b_tch, my n_gga, just don’t hate on me
i’m straight on you, n_ggas out here still doin’ sucker sh_t (ho n_ggas)
i done f_cked his main ho, his sister, and his brother b_tch
can’t trust a b_tch
n_ggas out here starvin’, doggy send somethin’
i still be sellin’, them people on me, i had to switch some (no bap, n_gga)
been six summers, i’m still turnt
fight who? i’ll k!ll first
dog on me, don’t deal percs
three chanels, them real purses
bae like we kick it
she pop it off by suckin’ d_ck
and bae, like, she can get it
i like freak hoes that eat hoes, and slap fives when we done
i hate ho n_ggas and broke n_ggas, won’t catch me with no bum (bah)
[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
got them white arms on them clear lens, can’t catch me in my buffs (buffs)
i done sonned his sh_t a hundred times, can’t beef about no sl_ts
know i pulled up fresh as f_ck
in that brand new lambo truck
skrrt off on the dead body (body)
did a hit right in the foreign, it’s a big body (yeah)
ain’t know about it, but now you know that we been ’bout it
your b_tch at my crib, suckin’ my d_ck and she get real sloppy (suck it up, b_tch)
ain’t wanna tell you that sh_t, dawg, ’cause you be in your feelings (ho n_gga)
you ain’t do no k!llin’, you ain’t never pay no k!llers (no)
p_ssy, that ain’t wockhardt, you sippin’ on penicillin (what you sippin’? lame)
i’ma stack this money up until i feel the ceilin’
i ain’t want your b_tch, she looked at me like “really, really?” (really, really)
i’m in your city with these buffs on like i ain’t from philly
my life ain’t silly, i woke up and then i made a milli’ (milli’, milli’)
t_l_c, mean too much lettuce, cheese, my b_tch look like chili, yeah
no, i’m never stuck, never stuck (stuck)
hold my pants up ’cause the .40 tucked (baow)
i ain’t never meet a b_tch that didn’t f_ck some (at all)
i ain’t never meet a b_tch that didn’t suck some
know these n_ggas p_ssy, they ain’t gon’ bust none (at all)
nick cannon, walkin’ with a big ol’ drum
countin’ all this money, make me risk my thumbs
smokin’ all these opps, make me risk my lungs
[verse 3: 42 dugg]
new coupe, new coupe a quarter mil’
sign who? i was turnest ‘fore the deal
we paid, a lil’ over five, yeah
baby, suck it, i don’t even wanna f_ck it first
young n_gga done went a g5 on the east side
came a long way from sellin’ three fast
“dugg, you put a bag up”, i ain’t never had nothin’
the four mil’ plug deal, extradited the five hunnid
we still get money
“how the f_ck did he miss six summers?”
monclers and white timbs, b_tch come here
ain’t no f_ck around, b_tch we do real numbers

- dj drama lil uzi vert

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