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f&n dok – mo reala freestyle كلمات اغاني

f&n dok n-gg- ! yea i’mma ride for my n-gg-s one thing i know that’s all i know hottboiis east side rocky hollow mobb hottboii gang gang gang aye

n-gg-s want beef we gone cater to y’all hit em wit this he gone shake like a dog
word to my mama all these haters gettin off’d all these haters gettin off’d
ride wit dat k i ain’t f-ckin wit y’all hop out on yo block get to bussin at y’all
walk down on you wit no armor at all come by myself i ain’t makin no calls
ain’t f-ckin wit you cuz you told what you saw these n-gg-s see me get to callin the law
me and my n-gg-s be servin that raw if you owe me n-gg- you workin it off
if i get mad i might murk all of y’all won’t n-body around you be servin at all

middle of the winter i’m serving that ice pull up at midnight and f-ck on yo wife
beefin wit me boy that ain’t nothin nice this half of brick i trade this for ya life
can’t go to sleep ’less i’m clutchin my pole these n-gg-s ain’t g boy these n-gg-s some hoes
f-ckin wit me now yo shirt got some holes hottboii da gang b-tch you already know
i f-cked that b-tch and she bought me some clothes had to let her go she gettin too close
i seen my n-gg- put the dope in his nose looked the other way acted like i didn’t see
whole lotta smoke when you mention the east make you beg for your life on yo knees in the leaves
just ask around b-tch we got the streets ain’t f-ckin wit rats b-tch we chasin dat cheese
don’t play wit p-ssy i play wit them bands b-tch i’m a g you can tell from my stance
if 12 get behind me in the motor i’mma stand throw the dope and the guns had to get out that jam
ride round the city that fndat h glock on my lap and my boy got da k
ain’t talkin no bakery i’m pickin up cake
if you try to take you get chopped up like steak

run wit them jugggas and k!llas from the east everything cool til you disturbe the peace
that’s when them hottboiis gone turn up the heat n-gg-s circling the block and its n-gg-s on feet
wit them 22s and 3s
n-gg-s singin on me salt for them wounds since you thinkin it’s sweet
lookin for n-gg-s that say they beefin wit me say you beefin wit me you get k!lled in ya sleep
all i gotta do is give the word to my mans but i’m comin myself so you know i ain’t playin
walk thru yo hood that stick in my hand trynna leave a n-gg- slumped like a whole lotta xans
go roll up a wood i don’t f-ck wit no bongs can’t tell me sh-t i’m the son of king kong
long live lil fat he got hit in the dome b-tch i ain’t squashing sh-t pull up bussin this chrome
they hide they hand when they throwin them stones my n-gg-s ain’t playin b-tch we runnin in homes
you ain’t gotta ask b-tch you know what i’m these n-gg-s be snitchin police on they phone
boy you’s a peasant you n-gg-s some crumbs trynna act hard but you sweet as a plum
ain’t playin wit you n-gg-s we gettin you gone turn your whole crew to a whole pile of bones

got yo b-tch screamin out… hottboiiiisss
hbg n-gg-
f&n dok

- fn dok

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