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future rahma - look at my! كلمات الأغنية

[intro: future rahma]
look at my, yeah
look at my, yeah, yeah, yeah
(sammyboy)
look at my
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: future rahma]
look at my, look at my b_tch, and the way that she move
you don’t want smoke, b_tch, you don’t want fumes
she wanna f_ck on my [?], she see the way that my whip goes zoom
and my d_ck, made that b_tch go, ooh
she wanna, uh, she wanna get wifed up
but lil’ b_tch, i cannot put that trust up in you
i got stabbed in the back, yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah, who woulda knew?
i just be countin’ these racks, if you try to set me up, i’m not settling for you
yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah, who woulda knew?
yeah, my brothеr turned fake, yeah, who woulda knеw?
yeah, who woulda knew?

[verse 1: future rahma]
look at my dutch, and it’s lacing my energy
n_ggas you thought you could trust, be your enemies
they be concerned with the b_tches you messin’ with
i’m like a [?] when that money comin’ in
she is a wh0re, but i don’t know another b_tch, who p_ssy wetter then shawty, right there
gave her the key to my heart, and i let her in, f_cked her right there
boy, that gettin’ wetter, ’cause she got fetish, when i count my cheddar
yeah, that b_tch ready, b_tch, you a thot
you ain’t [?], you is a fool, if you treat that ho bad
she belong to the streets, and they kept her
why you n_ggas be jealous, sad
over b_tches, that been with the bros
those be the hoes that you sellin’ with
not wifing a ho, you already know, yeah
you already know
you already know
you already know
look at my
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
yeah, yeah, you been knew
you already know, you been through
you already know, i been through it
got too many hoes, i ran through ’em
i’m on too much x, no xans though
i been countin’ too many racks, my hands know
we see a n_gga who want smoke, ain’t sayin’ no
b_tch, we blowin’ down opps, by the bag load
i ain’t f_ckin’ on a thot, i’m with a bad ho
trickin’ up, b_tch, i got a bag, ho
yeah, i ain’t have the time, for a bad ho
b_tch, yeah, i ain’t havin’ time, for a sad ho
too much weed, and tobacco
too much lean, keep the bad hoes
spent twenty five hundred on the jeans, i ain’t mad ho
d_mn, too many glocks, you can see i’m with the shooters, ho
(yup)

[chorus: future rahma]
look at my, look at my b_tch, and the way that she move
you don’t want smoke, b_tch, you don’t want fumes
she wanna f_ck on my [?], she see the way that my whip goes zoom
and my d_ck, made that b_tch go, ooh
she wanna, uh, she wanna get wifed up
but lil’ b_tch, i cannot put that trust up in you
i got stabbed in the back, yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah, who woulda knew?
i just be countin’ these racks, if you try to set me up, i’m not settling for you
yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah, who woulda knew?
yeah, my brother turned fake, yeah, who woulda knew?
yeah, who woulda knew?

- future rahma

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