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elm josae - ode كلمات أغنية

[intro]
elvis
is this clock?
block
block, block
block

[chorus]
if i’m taking that risk, i’ma prosper
money_making, i feel like a doctor (blocka, blocka)
but really, i’m straight off the block and i’m sending these shots, oh, i feel like ibaka (feel like ibaka)
code red, they gon’ call up the coppers
elm boy$, swear they never gon’ stop us
i been just trapping like 24/7
i don’t do the zelle, all cash when you cop up

[verse 1]
run up on gang, get shot down
running like ricky when you hear that pop sound
bullets hit you from the top down
brodie a demon; no, he cannot stop now
45, 9, or the trey pound
talking that tough sh_t, you better stay down
got me a bag, no spray ground
talkin’ ’bout money, no, we do not play round
i do not fear sh_t
trusting n0body ’cause you know they switching up real quick
nah, i can’t hear sh_t
couple of knockers go boom, they really gon’ k!ll sh_t (yes)
toting, i’m gripping on stacey
sh_t got no safety like i just turned on the k!ll switch
shawty, don’t call me your baby
i’m not your baby, i just pull up to come k!ll sh_t
[chorus]
if i’m taking that risk, i’ma prosper
money_making, i feel like a doctor (blocka, blocka)
but really, i’m straight off the block and i’m sending these shots, oh, i feel like ibaka (feel like ibaka)
code red, they gon’ call up the coppers (coppers)
elm boy$, swear they never gon’ stop us
i been just trapping like 24/7
i don’t do the zelle, all cash when you cop up
doing too much, yeah, ode (ode)
word to my mother, you don’t even know me
no telling, ain’t snitch on my co_d
still fighting my cases like “f_ck all the police”
thottie, she tryna control me
twerking all over my lap where the chrome be
posted outside where your home be
too late to go back, don’t try to go “bro” me (bro me, bro me)

[verse 2]
what (what), f_ck (f_ck)
i just pull up to come k!ll it
way i’m gon’ shake up the room, glit_da_boom
i know them b_tches gon’ feel it, huh (huh, huh)
can’t talk about sh_t ’cause i did it
balling ain’t moving my pivot
i feel like i’m pippen the way i go triple them digits
please do not f_ck with my guys
f_ck with my vibe, we finna spin back (spin back)
these p_ssies, they talking that big cap
jack what, i ain’t never done did that
spreading them rumors and lies
they wanna die, stop with the politickin’
next time i see you, then i get to cl!ckin’
tryna get on bro, then his head missin’
that’s what you get for that dead dissin’
gon’ fill ’em up when that lead hit ’em
if you with them hoes, then you dead with ’em
if ya really bros, you get bread with ’em
stay ten toes ’cause they want me missin’
yeah, we drop those if i see you dissin’
like it’s roscoe how i get this chicken
swervin’ potholes and commas flippin’
y’all really gay, actin’ like b_tches with pepper spray
talkin’ but you know i let ’em hate
thirteen shots, make ’em levitate; send ’em up to the gates
how you be chillin’ with b_tches who talkin’ when you not around but won’t say it up to your face? (nah)
p_ssy, he really a clown
old heads doin’ too much, y’all really too laced
chill with the coke and the liquor
say i be f_cking your ex but she really my sister
pillow_talking, say i dissed her
you just tryna get to me, you really don’t miss her
how you like thirty_something, still on the block, tryna get into beef? (how)
i really be worried, son; y’all came off a boat, i came off these streets, ayy
ghetto thug asians, gta
callin’ up ten, that’s big eight tray
kick him a boa, chase or td
come hit up my celly if you tryna get paid
ghetto thug asians, gta
callin’ up ten, that’s big eight tray
kick him a boa, chase or td
come hit up my celly if you tryna get paid
[chorus]
if i’m taking that risk, i’ma prosper
money_making, i feel like a doctor (blocka, blocka)
but really, i’m straight off the block and i’m sending these shots, oh, i feel like ibaka (feel like ibaka)
code red, they gon’ call up the coppers (coppers)
elm boy$, swear they never gon’ stop us
i been just trapping like 24/7
i don’t do the zelle, all cash when you cop up (cop up)

[outro]
doing too much, yeah, ode (ode)
word to my mother, you don’t even know me
no telling, ain’t snitch on my co_d
still fighting my cases like “f_ck all the police”
thottie, she tryna control me
twerking all over my lap where the chrome be
posted outside where your home be
too late to go back, don’t try to go “bro” me, what

- elm josae

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