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go yayo - seeing double كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
skrrt skrrt
hoodfame gang
rich before 21
beldondidthat

[chorus]
i’m seein’ double, came up from the gutter, came up from the struggle
serving mustard, ridin’ with that cutter, ain’t no time to scuffle
tryna bubble, hundreds in my duffle, play me, you in trouble
i’ma bust you, ain’t no time to tussle, yopper came from russia
we gon’ touch you, we gon’ flush you, ayy, burn his -ss like usher
draco start errupting, now that n-gga leakin’, gushin’
drum on that chopper, that b-tch bang like it’s percussion
pop a n-gga m-ffin, you get more than a concussion

[verse 1]
said i got all these rappers shook up
you want smoke, n-gga, push up
know we pop out, we don’t pull up
good dope, b-tch, we got hookup
hit the studio and cook up
it’s bricks, you wanna book us
the plug tried to play me, lil’ n-gga, you know we took some’
take some’ (take some’, take some’), shake some’
i’m in the kitchen with chickens, i’m tryna bake some’ (whip)
i’m sticking d-ck in your b-tch and i’m tryna break some’
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, i’m tryna break some’
run from twelve ’til they get me, i got nothin’ but k!llers with me
fully auto, not no semi, i’ma spray it ’til it’s empty
f-ck these n-ggas ’til they hit me, swear this rap sh-t just don’t fit me
wanna leave the streets alone but the trap is too temptin’
i wanna leave the streets and do this rap sh-t but i can’t
money in a shoebox, n-gga, we don’t f-ck with banks
ridin’ with that thuwop, n-gga play, we’ll leave you stank
smokin’ on ben frank, og, i got rank, n-gga

[verse 2]
growin’ up, i had to hustle, watched my mama suffer
yeah your city might be gangster, but the murda, it’s just rougher
13, i was in the trap, yeah, it made me tougher
15, i lost my brother, ever since i been a monster
it’s hard for me
yeah, he might me gone, but he a part of me
bullet in my body, couple inches from my artery
when i find who did it, n-gga, we won’t ‘cept no apologies
when i catch you, it’s gon’ be murder, n-gga (b-tch)
when we catch you, we gon’ burn you n-gga (we gon’ burn you, n-gga)
i’m og, and that’s for certain, n-gga (big homie yayo)
pop up on us and it’s curtains, n-gga (rrah)
my pockets fat, you on flat, we know you hurtin’, n-gga (broke)
you a rat, we got your papers, know you working, n-gga (you told)
where your trap? where your pack? you ain’t servin’, n-gga (you ain’t on)
you wasn’t in no spot on that block with that rocket (nah)
you wasn’t thuggin’ back in school, b-tch, you was pop-lockin’ (on crip)

- go yayo

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