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ebk young joc - wack something كلمات الأغنية

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e_energy made this one

[verse 1: ebk young joc]
four cars deep in them blocks trynna’ wack something
n_gga i ain’t getting in that whip unless the straps coming
i could give a f_ck if it was blood, i’d wack cousin
in the kitchen cooking, got the jumpin’
cutty cuttin’ up all through traffic coming back from it
you ain’t even flipped nun’ out that pack what you get back from em’?
please let me know, never in my life been the type that’ll stress a hoe
bl!cky on me, i’ll punch yo’ ass but we ain’t wrestling tho’
my feign told me he ain’t trynna’ buy it but he’ll test the dope
this n_gga siked out, hit a n_gga block broad day it’s a wipe out
when wе postin’ in jets, bro on the roof it’s a snipe out
thе bl!cky’s that we totin’ knocking power and life out (d_mn)
i’m just sayin’ it could get icky, b_tch when we f_cking watch yo’ lips ion’ do hickies
go nowhere without it, i rock and roll with my bl!cky
i even take a sh_t with it, it’s on me when i sleep
bro coming off the hip with it, he up it ‘fore you blink
them n_ggas at the store, goofy as f_ck what did they think?
my b_tch rockin’ dior, you won’t catch her in no pink
and i ain’t pay for this one, shout out nico for the beat
they like how you know this and that, my ear stay to the streets
they like how you know this and that, my ear stay to the streets
[verse 2: daboii]
yeah t’s my turny_urn
b_tch couldn’t even get my d_ck hard, i pulled out earthy_worm
b_tch like when you seein’ me again i’m like the thirty_third
you for the streets, i had to kick you to the curby_urb
slap a b_tch for mouthing my sh_t wrong, b_tch learn the words
i’ll curve a thousand b_tches but won’t curve them birds
and r.i.p. my n_gga tray we gettin’ turnt for days
she like how you f_cking me this long? i’m off a perky_erk
how the f_ck you n_ggas k!llas’? y’all ain’t dropped sh_t
better yet, not even that, who you shot b_tch?
i’ll pull up on that b_tch you love, get my c_ck l!cked
pulling overs up in court, b_tch these priors b_tch
he don’t want no parts of this, these thousand dollar rolls
you suckas’ got a lot of b_lls, but do you got a roll?
ain’t gone be sitting on no toilet when i drop a load
when i’m sitting on you n_ggas i could drop it tho’
thinking you gone take from me, boy what you sniffing on?
yo’ b_tch gone always cheat with me, she say you hit it wrong
b_tch i’m a king im not no p_wn, i told her kiss the throne
please direct me to yo’ hoe, just so i could sh_t up on her
i thought you would never lack, boy what you slippin’ foe’?
i’m authentic with this sh_t all original
b_tch i’m daboii, i’m a billygoat
i’ll never leave the heat like it was getting cold
what’s the deal?
everybody got a pole, and every clip around me filled
b_tch i keep plastic, still will rock you with this steel
you gotta pay me for my time, what you got for a pimp?
boy thought that i was cosby, i keep lies to the bills
rapping while you got on cleats, you is not in the field
momma always told me have no thots in the crib
but she never ever told me, keep no glock in that b_tch
how yo’ fanta turning green? pour some wok in that b_tch
and you got her tatted on you, but my c_ck in that b_tch
ears hanging off my head, from the rocks in that b_tch
this rapp sh_t, yeah i got this sh_t on lock i’m a smith
i don’t want benny’s today, give me that roofie sh_t
my bro will up on anybody, don’t care who he is
get to dancing in the p_ssy on my groovy sh_t
you don’t like who i be ’round, you n_ggas shoot me then
b_tch!

- ebk young joc

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