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fat trel & young moe - look in my eyes كلمات الأغنية

[intro: fat trel]
young lan on the track
woah, uh
she look in my eyes
b_tch, look in my eyes
yeah, hahahah
yeah, look

[chorus: fat trel]
i just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
and some pretty white b_tches, like to sniff up cocaine
i can barely maintain, i’ma need a new lane
i been sh_ttin’ on these n_ggas, i resemble blue plane
chopper with a scope, i ain’t comin’ close range
like, i made enough change, i got p_ssy on the brain
i could trap ’em for the snow, and the fog, i blow
and he did it for the low, i could get it in the rain
a hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
all these, runnin’ out of time, i got money on the mind
[?] know i wasn’t lyin’ ’cause i do it all the time
i’ll rob a p_ssy n_gga, like, “you too kind”
when we move in the light, n_gga, you don’t see the life
n_gga, you don’t see the ice? n_gga must be blind
movin’ to the right, got your boo on a flight
put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes
[verse 1: fat trel]
got b_tches on the jet, and i did it just to flex
i get the p_ssy wet, she gon’ give me all the neck
hit the city, make a bet, i’ma count me up a check
f_ck around and take a nap, make her go and count the rest
i’ma spend it at the mall, i’ma spend it on my dog
i’ma purchase all the lean, tell her she can have the rest
n_gga, i don’t give a f_ck, we just really live it up
got the semi in the cut, got my finger in her b_tt
and my fully on tuck, wish a n_gga would touch
i’ll pull it out the bag, i’ll blow this b_tch up
’bout to stunt just to brag, i really did enough
i done f_cked the whole city, i don’t really want much
i’m silly in the mind, n_gga, gimme your mind
n_gga, remmy all the time, drinkin’ henny all the time
real dope, like pine, n_gga, b_tch drink wine
she say, “gimme that d_ck,” i’ma put it in her spine
i’ll clear the whole room out, ow, whose house?
walk in with the broom out, jail house
f_ck around, let the fool out (grr)
first night, homicide, with the tool out (graw, boom, bow)
pull up like, “who, n_gga?” (who?)
you, n_gga? paperwork, is it true, n_gga? (nah)
ooh, n_gga, that’s some sh_t that we don’t do, n_gga (at all)
i might f_ck around and spray the whole crew, n_gga (blaw, blaw)
true, n_gga
[chorus: fat trel]
i just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
and some pretty white b_tches, like to sniff up cocaine
i can barely maintain, i’ma need a new lane
i been sh_ttin’ on these n_ggas, i resemble blue plane
chopper with a scope, i ain’t comin’ close range
like, i made enough change, i got p_ssy on the brain
i could trap ’em for the snow, and the fog, i blow
and he did it for the low, i could get it in the rain
a hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
all these, runnin’ out of time, i got money on the mind
[?] know i wasn’t lyin’ ’cause i do it all the time
i’ll rob a p_ssy n_gga, like, “you too kind”
when we move in the light, n_gga, you don’t see the life
n_gga, you don’t see the ice? n_gga must be blind
movin’ to the right, got your boo on a flight
put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes

[verse 2: young moe]
got a chopper with a hundred, n_gga, ain’t tryna aim
if the police ask me, ain’t sayin’ no names
cuttin’ b_tches off, now they havin’ road rage
since a youngin’, got a half, and i made a whole thing
f_ck the p_ssy, b_tch, i’m tryna beat the block down
went to jail, now he actin’ like awk now
need a real plug, i ain’t tryna shop ’round
new plate, move weight, like i’m tryna drop pounds
real n_gga from the get, go young
hoppin’ off the porch, and i started off thuggin’
n_gga try me, think i wouldn’t do nothin’
bean a n_gga block, and i’m jumpin’ out dumpin’
i ain’t ever had sh_t, n_ggas see me up in their six
i’ma go and f_ck a n_gga’s b_tch
nah, ho, we ain’t takin’ no pics
n_gga, can’t eat with me, ain’t takin’ no risks, thats life
[chorus: fat trel]
i just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
and some pretty white b_tches, like to sniff up cocaine
i can barely maintain, i’ma need a new lane
i been sh_ttin’ on these n_ggas, i resemble blue plane
chopper with a scope, i ain’t comin’ close range
like, i made enough change, i got p_ssy on the brain
i could trap ’em for the snow, and the fog, i blow
and he did it for the low, i could get it in the rain
a hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
all these, runnin’ out of time, i got money on the mind
[?] know i wasn’t lyin’ ’cause i do it all the time
i’ll rob a p_ssy n_gga, like, “you too kind”
when we move in the light, n_gga, you don’t see the life
n_gga, you don’t see the ice? n_gga must be blind
movin’ to the right, got your boo on a flight
put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes

[outro: fat trel]
look in my eyes
look in my_ look in my eyes

- fat trel young moe

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