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dudeylo - steps كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
n_gga, what? (it’s that mdotty n_gga)
n_gga, ah, ah, ah
n_gga, ah ([?])
where the f_ck is he goin’? come here
like
every f_ckin’ track, you heard? shot after f_ckin’ shot, n_gga
it’s that dudeylo n_gga
where the f_ck is he goin’? come here
n_gga, what? n_gga, ah
n_gga, ah, ah, ah

[chorus]
he spinnin’ through here, n_gga gotta be hidin’
’cause we’ll leave him dead on arrival
like, i’m a demon, i don’t read the bible
i got a gun, why the f_ck why would i fight you?
he push up, then i’m throwin’ him off
that’s that n_gga we caught at the store
they make it rain, we make it pour
bullets attackin’ him, leavin’ him sore
and in the spot, had to walk with my sword
me and sb, we was breakin’ his jaw
drag him all on the floor
he oyk, then he don’t get a call
(n_gga, word to my dead)
no more free banga, mr. catch a head
[?] for legs
and me and dray gon’ purge through they ‘jects (like)
[verse]
n_ggas got me upset
like, the sev’ got how many deads?
rippy ran, shot in his leg
bobby got left on the—
(i could never get left on the steps)
n_gga, and that’s word to my pops
spin the blocks, yeah, i did it a lot
bro died, many n_ggas got shot
kurt tagged, took on a hop
like, he ain’t never do sh_t for his block
like, i ain’t never take sh_t on a hop
if he say that i did, he get merched on his guys
n_gga, why would i lie?
like a bird, n_gga, i’ll let it fly
creep up, put the dot on his eye
and no, i’m not talkin’ to [?]

[chorus]
he spinnin’ through here, n_gga gotta be hidin’
’cause we’ll leave him dead on arrival
like, i’m a demon, i don’t read the bible
i got a gun, why the f_ck why would i fight you?
he push up, then i’m throwin’ him off
that’s that n_gga we caught at the store
they make it rain, we make it pour
bullets attackin’ him, leavin’ him sore
and in the spot, had to walk with my sword
me and sb, we was breakin’ his jaw
drag him all on the floor
he oyk, then he don’t get a call
(n_gga, word to my dead)
no more free banga, mr. catch a head
[?] for legs
and me and dray gon’ purge through they ‘jects (like)
[outro]
n_gga, what? where he goin’?
like, the sev’ got how many deads? (come here, baow, baow, baow)
he got left on the— (baow, baow)
i could never get left on the steps, n_gga
and that’s word to my pops
spin the blocks, yeah, i did it a lot
bro died, many n_ggas got shot

- dudeylo

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