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doroad - criminal كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
mama i’m a criminal
mama i’m a criminal
(shoot that)
i’m a cool n_gga
mama i’m a criminal
i’m a cool n_gga

[chorus]
mama i’m the cool n_gga
shot a n_gga round the corner ‘fore i went to school n_gga
gotta press these tooth [?], don’t be a fool n_gga
go on, run them jewels n_gga, don’t be a fool n_gga
mama i’m a criminal, mama i’m a criminal
shot a n_gga round the corner, i done it one on [?]
active with the gauge and blade, n_gga i done did it all
now i got, breeze [?] on my hand ting
that i’m clutching, i need a bigger tool

[verse 1: doroad]
you know i need a bigger tool to clutch
next opp i catch and splash, i’m drinking all his blood
change the rules, gettin’ popped
and take the souls of kids from young
i need the switch with the drum
i need a drum for the switchie, mh
are you dumb? i get busy
on the mains or backroad, i’m still head back cl!ckin’
we spin thеm blocks, we hit his melon, had the hеad back grippin’
p_ssy got caught by the helis, lucky’ death ain’t grip him
lucky that death didn’t grip him
my man got shot, same corn, but a separate smithen
(my man got shot, same corn, but a separate smithen)
[chorus]
mama i’m the cool n_gga
shot a n_gga round the corner ‘fore i went to school n_gga
gotta press these tooth [?], don’t be a fool n_gga
go on, run them jewels n_gga, don’t be a fool n_gga
mama i’m a criminal, mama i’m a criminal
shot a n_gga round the corner, i done it one on [?]
active with the gauge and blade, n_gga i done did it all
now i got, breeze [?] on my hand ting
that i’m clutching, i need a bigger tool

[verse 2: tiny boost]
mama i used to be a cool kid
then i started a war with man i went to school with
i did it baitface, and didn’t even have a full clip
you know me, man i’ve been about my bullsh_t, let’s go, ah
i’m getting rushed for doing criminal activities
worst of getting mashed to the, best of my abilities
f_ck the sh_t i’ve seen on, f_ck who you [?]
bine up his spine, if he don’t die, i hope cripplin’
make him throw up blood, like he goes against this crippin’ ting
god doing time, they gave him life and i ain’t visit him
round here you know the k!llers get the most love
run that chain on your neck or get your throat gone
[?] like symosis
he ain’t get to back, then blew his head off his shoulders
not from the [?] but no limit to my soldiers
said he wants the mac, never did it with revolvers
anywhere i’ll see the enemy i’ll clap him (oh, clap)
barrel too long that i dropped it [?]
broadday baitface, i did it, so what?
ah, what?
[chorus]
mama i’m the cool n_gga
shot a n_gga round the corner ‘fore i went to school n_gga
gotta press these tooth [?], don’t be a fool n_gga
go on, run them jewels n_gga, don’t be a fool n_gga
mama i’m a criminal, mama i’m a criminal
shot a n_gga round the corner, i done it one on [?]
active with the gauge and blade, n_gga i done did it all
now i got, breeze [?] on my hand ting
that i’m clutching, i need a bigger tool

- doroad

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