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eazystreetkrew - blue lime [gucci deuca x blokka $olo x chynna mane] كلمات الأغنية

hook (gucci deuca):

whatcha bout? (b-tch)
whatcha whatcha bout?

verse (blokka $olo):

sh-ts dangerous, one in the chamber
he gon have to show me
if he say he a gangster
what you talkin bout
b-tch we run the south
f-ck your b-tch in the mouth
then kick her out of the house
i been smoking that dangerous
ladin wit the kush
when we k!ll your man
tell your kids, “don’t look”
i ain’t no crook, b-tch imma criminal
p-ss on you grave
and that diss ain’t subliminal
ride around with straps
seatbelt on my mac
it’s just me and my girlfriend
b-tch bust back
bark like a pit
show me how you live
show me what it is, if you really with the sh-ts
baby boy, you a b-tch
like $hort said
they gon leave his -ss on the floor red
f-ckin wit lil $olo
and your wh-r- next
b-tch on my d-ck cause i’m important

hook (gucci deuca):

whatcha bout? (b-tch)
whatcha whatcha bout?

verse 2(chynna mane):

contraband inside the hoodie pocket
piggy stop, then toss it right up out the window like a motherf-ckin molotov
this booth it be the f-ckin pot to this crack i’m cookin up
shut the f-ck up, thought i told you we them motherf-ckin thugs
comin up from the gutter right in front of yo motherf-ckin eyes
movin through the thunder, like no other
movin toward the light
ain’t no need to wonder
yeah b-tch, i like to get high, and if i die i die
at least the fakes will up my f-ckin price
now i done been so high that i ain’t ever comin back from earth
spit the realest sh-t i can on every motherf-ckin verse
in my city, every corner junkies ready for the serve
hype beast, clown, b-tch
take his mitherf-ckin purse
that’s what the f-ck i’m bout
b-tch, what the f-ck you bout?
smokin dangerous, choppas out
swear there ain’t no other route
that’s what the f-ck i’m bout
b-tch, what the f-ck you bout?
you ain’t bout sh-t
i’m a myth in my f-ckin town

- eazystreetkrew

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