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fwc big key - beef pt. 2 (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: fwc big key]
cash gang key
waddup head, waddup lik

[verse 1: big key]
free mook
yeah he dropped ‘boy woo
you and my strap might be brothers he a glockboy too
“what about ace?”
n_ggas dropped boy too
g died from a glock n_ggas not no goon
woo was playing 2k they upped the blower on his ass
ace thought he couldn’t get beat they upped the joker on his ass
this beef sh_t really funny bro was joking when he passed
can’t get who we wanted put yo’ bro sh_t on the glass
my mans woo still alive
yo mans woo in a trunk
my mans ace just got out
yo mans ace in a blunt
wait to summer catch a n_gga tryna stunt
hit his ass with shotgun like he was sitting in the front
still out here on that tip ain’t tryna see the joint
everybody want to ridе but they don’t see the point
come through likе the navy we don’t be with oink
only time a n_gga scared is if i see the boys
[verse 2: lik]
had to get ’em out of there you know them baldheads retired
oh he said he shot at me? man that lil n_gga a liar
i pull up with some sh_t blowing with more sounds then a choir
i always been a shooter ian never been no driver
stabbing in yo’ b_tch guts i feel like i’m michael myers
i got n_ggas bagging up but they ain’t never worked at meijer
you n_ggas better tighten up and i ain’t talking ’bout no plyers
when this chopper lighting up that’s another n_gga dying
don’t worry ’bout it heard that p_ssy caught them face shots
me and snow just smoked the last opp off a 8 of wock
better ask his mans we had them b_tches ripping through his locks
better ask her friends we a f_ck them hoes and kick ’em out
b_tch our defense like kawhi it ain’t no scoring on my n_ggas
hop out with the baby drac’ and left his head on his n_ggas
b_tch i feel like superman when i’m rolling off them jiggas
you better get yo’ mans before i smoke one of them n_ggas

[verse 3: 392 lil head]
i miss my n_gga ‘v we used to take hits
lil mike don’t need no tissue when he take sh_t
boy you n_ggas fake pits
ask money meech his baby momma love to take d_ck
i hate mitches i hate skateboarders i hate opps
the hoes know it’s dog sh_t on me i ain’t pops
youtube say k!lled aj i hate cops
i just got face from the b_tch you ate tw_t
y’all some lil boys i can be 700 dad
700 glocks more like 700 f_gs
i wish bang was out he was on 700 ass
don’t give a f_ck if you had 700 mags
we all stepping
we all steppers
my opps sick as f_ck them n_ggas need a alka_seltzer
all them rappers dying them n_ggas need someone to help ’em
always in a rush i done f_cked around and left her

- fwc big key

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