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​fasfasfas! - xpose it كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
got bands in my pants when i walk in the function
n_ggas talk sh_t but they don’t be on nothing
brick to the dome bet he get a concussion
won’t make it back home b_tch i’m too busy stunting
hoes in my phone but they don’t get no loving
count up my guap give a f_ck about nothing
smoking my weed go skateboard or something
caught an opp slipping and we out in public

and i never know what to do
skrt off in that motherf_cking car
skrt off inside of that motherf_cking coupe
hop in that b_tch and i choose
walk in the mall and my b_tch count blues
n_ggas be sleeping they snooze
walk in the road when i crash in the coupe

[chorus]
b_tches really want to choose
n_ggas be hoes and they be some foes, for real
walk in that b_tch with my true religion jeans
i count up them racks i’m cracking a seal
hop in the car and we skrt down the road
wherever i go i’m clutching a pole
give a f_ck about whatever that b_tch n_gga say
give a f_ck about whatever he think he knows
i’m popping a pill i’m popping an o
i’m counting up racks i’m counting up dough
i’m putting it on for my gang for sure
that n_gga run up and that glock gonna blow
slide on that b_tch like a cobra
got my mask on but i know that they know us
we doing that sh_t that your mom ain’t condoning
that boy a b_tch and we gonna expose it
[verse 1]
i buy out the mall when i walk in that b_tch
keep a tool on me i came with a switch
i’m smoking that gas, coughing and sh_t
have your brother run up and that n_gga get hit
i never bow down and i’m never gonna fold
swerve in the coupe that b_tch out of control
i keep me a stick, my bro keep him a pole
got bands in my jeans like i sell on the low
got bands in my pants when i walk in the function
n_ggas talk sh_t but they don’t be on nothing
brick to the dome bet he get a concussion
won’t make it back home b_tch i’m too busy stunting
hoes in my phone but they don’t get no loving
count up my guap give a f_ck about nothing
smoking my weed go skateboard or something
caught an opp slipping and we out in public

[verse 2]
put that pump to his chest, finna blow off his bones
that boy went to heaven or h_ll, or something
walk in the crowd the music too loud
i spotted an opp and my boys finna jump him
step in the club and i throw up a dub
keep the blues on me because i keep it real
rolling with cutters, my cousins they thugs
wherever we go we tucking a steel
smoking that gas got so much, a hill
step on the gas we coming to k!ll
i’m from the bay so i keep it trill
these n_ggas fake they come from the hills
ain’t on nothing, ain’t doing no drills
all of y’all phony, all talk for real
my plug call me up, he got me a deal
i’m getting so high that nothing seem real
[chorus]
b_tches really want to choose
n_ggas be hoes and they be some foes, for real
walk in that b_tch with my true religion jeans
i count up them racks i’m cracking a seal
hop in the car and we skrt down the road
wherever i go i’m clutching a pole
give a f_ck about whatever that b_tch n_gga say
give a f_ck about whatever he think he knows
i’m popping a pill i’m popping an o
i’m counting up racks i’m counting up dough
i’m putting it on for my gang for sure
that n_gga run up and that glock gonna blow
slide on that b_tch like a cobra
got my mask on but i know that they know us
we doing that sh_t that your mom ain’t condoning
that boy a b_tch and we gonna expose it
(yuh)

- fasfasfas

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