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fastmoney ant - bleed كلمات الأغنية

[intro: dcg shun]
uh_huh (d_mn, drako, you made this? go)
uh_huh (go)
uh, uh, uh_huh
uh_huh, uh_huh (go, go, go)
uh, uh, uh_huh (ayy, fox, why you so godly?)

[verse 1: dcg shun]
can’t shout out my opps, come get in with me, i’m in the city with a big_ass fifty (fifty)
all my opps been actin’ laced, i think them n_ggas been hangin’ with diddy (woah, woah)
all my friends been switchin’ sides, they been tryna diss me, ross and drizzy
but i’ll k!ll one of my friends, woo, melly in the back of a bentley, p_ssy (yeah)

[verse 2: dbg bsavv]
alright, back in the day, they ain’t show no pity (no pity)
we’ll still chop a whole n_gga hands off if he do somethin’ sticky, we don’t do no stealin’ (what?)
my old b_tch mad ’cause i’m ridin’ first class, my new b_tch bad and she look like nicki
and them boys still mad how we got on they ass, i just hopped out blastin’ and blowin’ the fifty (frr, frr)

[verse 3: dcg shun]
get that lo’, i’ma swing my door, i’ma bounce out blowin’ with this big_ass .40 (yeah, yeah)
i don’t wanna argue, you ain’t got a body, i cannot respond to a b_tch_ass shorty
big boss shun ain’t takin’ no orders, i skipped that n_gga, f_ck goin’ in order (n_gga)
soon as he get in the car, i’ma clap him, might put me a tracker right up in his motor

[verse 4: dbg bsavv]
alright, n_ggas ain’t used to playin’ this game ’cause soon as n_ggas die, they drop the controllers (alright)
look, if it’s a mad b_tch, i gotta fold her, if your b_tch dumb, then you gotta mold her (you gotta what?)
speak on the gang, lil’ n_gga, we thirsty as sh_t, we’ll pop straight out of the toaster
leave a n_gga sh_t on the side of the curb like some ramen noodles and a side of [?]
[verse 5: dcg shun]
i beat my case or did my time, n_gga, call my bluff or pull my folder (i swear to god)
i’m young and turnt, shout out boosie, ain’t buyin’ no bronco, i bought her a rover (yeah)

[verse 6: dbg bsavv]
n_gga, clear this lane when i come through sh_t, boy, i’m tryna put sh_t all on a poster (come here)
n_gga stowed away, he tried to run and dip, this b_tch on my back, it’s hurtin’ my shoulder (alright, don’t run)

[verse 7: fastmoney ant]
ayy, seen too much blood, i can’t go to sleep, gotta pour me a four of tris
i been tryna take my time up on them hits, this a regular 3, no switch
bro been beat him a body, now he on the band, he put a leash on my pit
all my fans on d_ck in my comments, i dropped more lean than hits
d_mn, get fresh, don’t take pics
big_ass kit, spilled lean on my ricks
she cheat, i cheat, we meant
i buy her a bag, she buy me gl!cks
ho think i’ma leave my b_tch for her, she must be high off fent’
they don’t even bring dude stupid ass on hits, he can’t play ball, no tip
dumb, he can’t play ball, he don’t start
.300 blackout stick like darts
and my first hit went hard
when we was done, you could hear my heartbeat
you better put your b_tch in park
when i post pics, the bop b_tch heart me
and i don’t even got no kids, but so much baby bottles, sneak hi_c’s
[verse 8: yfg fatso]
biggest reaper, i got so many souls, real bag, get so many hoes
all my opps really b_tches, they don’t be outside, where they be at, n0body knows
forty_two k on my amiris, only sixteen, i’m walkin’ through, pockets on swole
i’m jumpin’ out first, i’m thirsty to use my burst, my 20 went right through his nose
this ain’t no drill, it’s real, i’m pushin’ up first on a n_gga, can’t let him get out
we wanna k!ll, the other lil’ boy got drilled, he couldn’t get his gun out
he gaspin’, he ain’t even at a refill, his lungs and blood just keep comin’ out
we who been spinnin’ the city, i bought every drac’ on the 8, we ain’t seein’ a drought
count it through off in my head, i guess i can see rondo body, won’t try with me
n_ggas who be with me ready to die for me, this one a drac’, i don’t think he survivin’ it
how many hoes i flooded? i lost count in this sh_t, i don’t why they askin’ me
i got some more for my hood, but if you ever get caught, your case say i’m supplyin’ it
i’m the n_gga your n_gga wan’ be
i be f_ckin’ ’em up, but i ain’t do enough, i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i’m like meek
no diddy, why they put the laws on me?
we ridin’ through in the straight with a whole lot of straps tryna peek in your hood
havin’ this sh_t, boy, i’m badder than a b_tch, i don’t care if she a ho, she just gotta be down for me

[verse 9: lil king]
i’m up in traffic with real_deal k!llers and drillers, b_tch, don’t get your car beat (b_tch, don’t get your car beat)
amiri the denim, the cuban one_fifty, roll up while a opp b_tch top me (while a opp b_tch top me)
i can make a b_tch f_ck for birkin, this nothin’, i’ll turn a b_tch up, i am not cheap (i am not cheap)
got the wood on the opp block choppin’ trees, ’til i catch me a face, i’m not leavin’ (where the top n_gga at?)
bad lil’ b_tch eat s_m_n, just for the night, you can’t stay for the weekend (can’t stay for the weekend)
my lil’ brother a bug, he a demon, pop out when it’s dark with a glock and a ski_mask (with a glock and a ski_mask)
on the e_way, i’m d_gg_n’ the scat pack, go on a ride and the tracker on c12 (the tracker on c12)
two_hundred the dash, the engine a v8, i’ll make this b_tch feel like a v12 (i’ll make this b_tch feel like a v12)
still on the 8 block, reap ‘nem swell (reap ‘nem swell)
and we spin n_ggas’ blocks, they don’t be there (they don’t be there)
hop out arp, put this b_tch to his face, now he balled up from .223 sh_lls (now he balled up from .223 sh_lls)
amg jump the curb, release h_ll (release h_ll)
big straps in the car, can’t be here (nah, i can’t be here)
pourin’ pints after pints, i need help (need help)
f_ck the opps, tryna give they whole team belt (tryna belt they team)

- fastmoney ant

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