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fg famous – message to the streets 2 كلمات اغاني

[verse 1]
i ain’t never needed a n-gga to come shoot for me
everywhere i go, all of my shows, i keep that tool with me
you holler you want smoke, i got a joe, i keep them cools with me
i guess you tryna blow so watch b-tch you gon’ make the news for free
see glizzy, that n-gga there gon’ spin a loop for me
hang out the roof for me and put ’bout twenty in your coupe for me
but usually i like to step alone, that sh-t ain’t new to me
run up, i bust it all, two to the skull gon’ put your -ss to sleep
now let me run you a lap about some sh-t that happened
some blind shooters spent all seven and they went to clappin’
let off d-mn near thirty shots and they ain’t just cappin’
one of my brothers end up popped, that lil b-tch been savage
one thing i know, it ain’t gon’ stop until they see a casket
it was your chance, you had your shot, now this b-tch target practice
wet up your spot, they moved out, but we gon’ meet in traffic
or catch ’em outside they new house and turn they sh-t to ashes, but look
long story short, a couple n-ggas gotta see the grave
sh-t done went too far, ain’t no remorse, my youngins slangin’ k’s
f-ck hittin’ out the car, we in your, we in your yard tryna remove your fade
could’ve smashed your boy but his mama the reason he saved
my auntie said mark, listen son, you need to change your ways
i told her not to be smart, but see this gun, i clutch it every day
they want take my place so that thirty stick right by the waist
run up lose your face, watch that forty blow your sh-t away
boom boom boom, p-ssy b-tch, you can get erased
ain’t no gettin’ away, it’s over with when i hold baby k
really ain’t gotta aim, just let it spray and send you to your grave
man it’s a closed case, no trace, i hit the interstate

[interlude]
hah, yeah, f-ck all that
you know me, you know it’s all facts when i speak, you heard me
n-ggas be pump fakin’ out here, they ain’t really livin’ that sh-t
i’ma die spittin’ this real sh-t, believe that, yeah
but free my brother out that beam, n-ggas know what up when he touch
and this that message to the streets part 2
know what, f-ck it, i ain’t through, look

[verse 2]
wasn’t on the east sh-t, and i put that on my mama
i spot ’em, i gotta pop ’em, ain’t sparing him or his partner
might up the glock or the choppper and shoot that b-tch like i’m naka
i really thought they could dodge ’em, cuddly, how you gon’ stop ’em?
just bought me a new drum but you got seventy-five problems
don’t run ‘cauase them b-tches follow ’em, i’m aimin’ above your collar
headshot like on a dollar, he ain’t have no time to holler
i’m uppin’, blocka blocka, and make you disappear, harry potter
we out of here

- fg famous

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