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d'laney - popovich كلمات الأغنية

[verse: beat 1]
(yeah)
getting money up in cali i don’t gotta check the gas price
skating on these beats like a mof_ckin half_pipe
been through real struggles, had to get through all them sad nights
now if you wan’ run up i’ll bet it be your last fight
b_tch i ain’t accepting any offer ‘less the cash right
paper or some plastic, it don’t matter this the bag life

[verse: beat 2]
cookin in the stu, 5_star, gordon ramsey
i’ve been cooking up some moves i be balling like i’m stanley
life ain’t really sweet if you ain’t grinding for your family
going nuts up in her cheeks ima call my shorty sandy

[verse: beat 3]
remember all the dark days that i had to struggle through
now i take my losses and i turn ‘em into ws
never claim i got it but my brodie he might up the tool
dont be talking crazy ‘less an ambulance is coming through
bro don’t work construction but he’ll show you what that hammer do
kobe in the booth, it ain’t no one ima pass it to
sh_t talker, when i’m on the court i got an attitude (phew)

[verse: beat 4]
spin his block like a record then we put his ass on death row
working hard to get my city booming like i’m metro
say you making moves but you ain’t watching how you step though
make you see the light with this pen like it’s death note
(on the real though, y’all don’t want no smoke with me)
[verse: beat 5]
brodie got that chrome i ain’t talking ‘bout no web browser
spitting so much fire i think i could be the next bowser
i just checked the weather heard they forecasting lead showers
ima ball like derrick we gon have you pushing red flowers
yeah, on the real this ain’t nothing to me
in the booth, on the court, it dont matter i be sonning rookies
you ain’t really popping you just acting like a f_cking p_ssy
yeah, i’m just rapping like i’m hot sh_t
i just heard his music he is not it
“yes i am!”
no you not, b_tch
you be talking and you walking on some opp sh_t
it could be a red light, b_tch you ain’t gon stop sh_t

[verse: beat 6]
finna hit the scat just to f_ck up all the tires
with my b_st_rds, wolves, and goblins sh_t i feel like i’m tyler
hit her from the back, pull out better than recliners
bet your ass i’ll make it stack by the time that i retire
said they waiting on me to go and pop, but i been a colonel
whole squad got sticks, knives, and sh_lls like they ninja turtles
we don’t play by rules, we be running sh_t and kicking hurdles
f_ck a losers club, ain’t no clowns up in my winning circle

[verse: beat 7]
ion give a f_ck but you won’t catch me being celibate
if you talking on the bros we gon send you up where heaven is
always pray to god but the flow be looking devilish
bad ass kid i be spitting like impediments
bag life, thats right, i’ve been working mad nights
baggy ass fits i ain’t never got the pants tight
smoking on his pack gon light the way like it’s a flashlight
hold the door for your granny how i’m rapping, i am that nice
[verse: beat 8]
rapping like i got two brains, make ‘em think twice
try to float with laney boy you know you finna sink right?
listened to his music i confused it for the sink light
heard you tryna rap, on god i think you need christ
on god you better go to church
between me and you, they all know who spits the coldest verse
nah we ain’t racing i already know i’ll come in first
feel me in they core, you just out here making stomachs hurt

[verse: beat 9]
f_ck with me and get your ass sliced like a mandolin
my brother he don’t play, he keep a beam like he anakin
bread, lettuce, cheese, whole team making sandwiches
don’t speak on d’laney ‘less you saying you a fan of him
chopper get to jumping my lil uzi got a big vert
all these disses got me laughing man that sh_t done made my ribs hurt
i’ve been working overtime, we gon see who finna kick first
hating on d’laney little boy i must’ve misheard

[verse: beat 10]
when it comes to shots, on god, i’ll hit ‘em all
they be hating when i’m on, so i love it when i p_ss ‘em off
that boy talking down bet your ass we gon get him gone
see me irl i ain’t playing with no pillow talk
they just tryna be me but these mothaf_ckers fraudulent
give me like a couple they’ll be staring when i’m walking in
b_tch get a job, don’t be hating cuz i’m profiting
i could put you on game, teach you sh_t like i’m popovich
gotta make it up, boy it ain’t no other option, kid
put a red dot on his head and get to squeezing, finna pop his zit

- dlaney

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