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i’m koming - ebk jaaybo كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah n_gga
(that n_gga b on the beat, she gon’ show her friend)
i ain’t playin’ with you b_tch ass n_ggas
n_ggas know how i step on sh_t, n_gga
i’m comin’
(that n_gga mir made the beat)

[verse 1]
lost my brother n_ggas knowing’ what i’m on, even my momma know
it’s a hunnid in every k, what’s your chopper hold?
them black crime vicious n_gga, he got cooked like some soul food
you go out like that you are not a donk
ain’t in that load if baby a’s ain’t in the car
been sittin’ on his ass for four days, i felt that in my heart
seen him in that intersection, left that n_gga’s load parked
wasn’t really on that and he ain’t really make it far
when i ran into his ass it was over
faced him like i took a selfie of him, i got closе up
hate them townhome n_ggas, in thе jity only time that i throw fours up
but ain’t no pass for 44th, n_ggas know we comin’
n_ggas know what’s comin’, n_ggas know we huntin’
spin with blue flags, throw ’em off, i think we on to somethin’
stood over cuz with the switch and started chokin’ on me
how you the real boogieman and we smoked your cousin?
n_ggas always frontin’, i’m through sacs for that, stop actin’ like you smoked my brother
jump out, i love revenge, it’s always repercussions
sit and wait, you know timin’ is of the essence
[verse 2]
i function with the west, i ain’t trippin’ over kevin
homies ain’t feelin’ that, it is what it is, i know baby k steppin’
i love pig, i got scenes with lil’ bro, he on whatever
don’t take her back when she fat, that mean you care you gotta let her
that’s some free game for pimpin’
but back to this murder sh_t, we some real k!llers
every time i had to blow my pole, i lost one so i was in my feelin’s
that get back be feelin’ great it just hit different
famous but still buy a striker push that b_tch to stockton
ayy, how you gon’ speak on a n_gga that got it poppin’
got up on cuh with fully switch but it just started lockin’
ain’t even run back to the car, i just started joggin’ (ayy)
my sh_t jam, i took the pole from bro i ain’t got no option
before this rap sh_t got poppin, i was fully rockin
hundred thousand dollar cuban piece, this ain’t s and i
have the drop but i ain’t have no striker, i took the b_tch ride
gettin’ sh_t done grab two more, this gon’ be my fifth time
i can tell this n_gga never did a stand over
ain’t ever had a momma airbrushing t_shirts
then went and birthed that p_ssy b_tch, i hope that she hurt
yeah, took out that trash, big homies can’t say nothin’ to me
told boyboy he ain’t got a body, i ain’t bumpin’ with him
new n_gga hopped inside that load with me, he was f_ckin with it
d_mn near spinned they store by myself, had ’em duckin switches
[verse 3]
the last n_gga was a weenie but i still popped him
semi_autos played out like some foamposites
when i was seventeen years old i was dome poppin’
left the house with micro drac’, i ain’t have no options
spot a n_gga i already know the deal
f_ckin’ for hours off the perc’, that how i know it’s real
know if i throw this euro back, someone gettin’ k!lled
daddy dead, demar dead, d_mn n_gga this a long list
y’all dissin’ me in songs, bloods y’all worrying about the wrong sh_t
the n_gga out there smoked y’all homie, n_gga smoke him
vance cousin died, next day he made a whole diss
you shoulda doubled back, y’all worried ’bout the wrong sh_t
can’t tell what you on so we can bump, n_gga sup
i’m that n_gga droppin’ pins, you the one that makes store runs
tell n_ggas send that lo’ more than several times, i’m gon’ come
some n_ggas say the dracy thing got kick but when i shoot this b_tch it don’t jump
don’t bring your lil ho around me, i’m gon’ bump, i’m not gon’ f_ck on her
ayy, i’m gonna get some skins

[verse 4]
wasn’t in the pen gettin’ punched on by suckas, no i ain’t lil leek
them 7th street n_ggas got bodies, we ain’t like the n_ggas from the p
jumped out the maybach with drac had to drop the ski
to be real i can’t name one opp that dropped on me
really catching all the b’s don’t let ’em cap
only bringing twany up when i tell you that n_gga really got no hats
ayy, go catch you one
four of your homies dead, it’s time to hang it up
i hate a b_tch that act boujee when she a duck
any b_tch that’s talkin’ ’bout money gotta get me some (gz)

- im koming

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