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duffel bag hottie & black soprano family - flip a bird كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(this is a true story of extreme violence, brutality and fear
these are the real sopranos)

[verse 1: conway the machine]
i’m back maneuverin’, packs movin’ in
f_ck you and your big homie
i will clap you and him (f_ck that n_gga)
as far as rap, i will ruin him
i’m the biggest thing in new york since the knicks brought pat ewing in (haa)
i’m a og, f_ck is you thinkin’? (huh?)
neck full of trinkets, just dons lookin’ pinkish (you know the jordans)
f_ck n_ggas talk my ears off about linkin’ (psh)
but if you ain’t talkin’ money, then why the f_ck is you speakin’? (why is you talkin’, boy?)
heh, my shooter on stand_by (uh_huh)
that n_gga dump six, i bet he land five (doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
sit it underneath the fan, let them grams dry
flip it, then we up in blue flame lеttin’ bands fly (hahahaha)
fourteen_hundred, dsquared² that’s who my pants by (uh_huh)
i’m the illеst n_gga doin’ it by a landslide (that’s a fact, n_gga)
ayo, hottest, what the word, n_gga? (what up, homie?)
n_gga get outta pocket, i’ma put his body on the curb, n_gga (brrt)

[verse 2: duffel bag hottie]
grab ya shotty, ten slugs blow out his nerves, n_gga (boom, boom)
oh, you the plug, n_gga? let’s see who can flip a bird quicker
syrup sipper, throw a four in a sprite and hurl, n_gga
the four_pound twirl n_ggas
wanna die ’bout your girl, n_gga? (bro, you don’t wanna die)
i’ll get you smoked, while you sittin’ under palm trees
they gon’ go, if i signal or the don sneeze
i have my youngin’ doin’ drills for a don c (ahh)
and i’m goin’ with ’em, just to show him that i’m so official (be a bull with him, too)
grammy nights, we totin’ pistols under versace suits
stay down to cop the coupe, lovey dyin’ to let this tommy loose (brrt)
body who? (who?) i’m eatin’ bullets like robert townsend (bah)
the .357 blow a n_gga right out his trousers (bah)
chase that friend, and i rack it up by the thousand
n_ggas mad i’m stylin’ (stylin’), he wish he had the heart to rob me
put some molly in that lil’ b_tch drink, like i was cosby (haha)
twenty shots to the face, he gon’ need him a cosmetologist
p_ssy, it’s griselda and the mob, b_tch (yeah, it’s the mob)
he claim he got bricks for thirty_three? hold him hostage
ain’t no f_ckin’ work in these streets (ain’t no work around), so we rob sh_t
i’m a black soprano boss
salute me or get your top peeled, p_ssy (brrt)

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