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iz bo & baglife tee - the adams family كلمات الأغنية

[intro: iz bo]
iz bo
woo, they ain’t want this bag
okay

[verse: iz bo & baglife tee]
n_ggas used to run out of the way, they ain’t want this class
yeah, i’ma blow this n_gga brains out, i don’t need no mask
yop, i don’t need no mask
brodie got a scope on his ar, he’ll get on your ass
mexican b_tch, she get drunk off the tito’s fast
drunk off this incredible hulk and i’ll beat your ass
i got this d_mn turtle on my back, i’m like, “where i’m at?”
i’m not a dyk_, but you would think i was the way i keep the strap
b_tch, you know that p_ssy real good, why i skeet so fast
i ain’t have sh_t on my plate, that’s why i eat so fast
top shelf all in my ‘wood, i don’t need your grass
i don’t like your rap, n_gga, i’ll press delete so fast
b_tch, when you get on your knees, don’t forget to gag
i ain’t gotta pay for your knees, i am not your dad
but if you do your boy a good deed, you might get a bag
i got the money for a hoopty, but i want a jag
let me see the coochiе since you want this d_ck so bad
she got good coochie, so i told hеr, “go pick your bag”
nutted on her booty, then i told her, “go get your rag”
sh_t was gettin’ spooky, so i told ’em, “go get your mag”
never touch no blue cheese, they don’t know where the tenth floor at
when you in the store, you look around, you better watch your back
you know i watch my back, i look around, i can’t go like that
bo, if this n_gga try to sneak me, better blow his ass
brodie got a plug down the way, i’m finna hit the slab
i took my money up to gary, n_gga, you can check the back
i carry guns every day, i don’t never lack
i spent my money on some triple s’s, i think jordans whack
but keep this four_five layin’ on my side like i brought jordan back
keep b_roy by my side, i brought portland back
rasputia on my other side, this more than fat
told tee we real life brothers, this more than rap
hit her from the side and i’ma pull more than tracks
if i kick her out, she gon’ have to do more than pack
give your ass three hundred and you can’t get no more than that
kidd a real junkie, askin’ me where the morton at
hold on, bo, i got some sh_t to say, this sh_t more than rap
i think this n_gga work up at lids, he do more than cap
i don’t really to sip tris, where the morton at?
show me who your big homie is, i’ll extort his ass
smoke him for a whole pound of runtz, then just blow the bag
twenty thousand dollars in my pocket, i ain’t need the cash
yop, i don’t mean to brag
i had this money since i was a kid, shout out to my dad
hit him in his head with the steel
i don’t really care how he feel
n_gga, this sh_t’ll get real
do your want your mama k!lled?
ridin’ on the bike, pop a wheel
hit her from the back, break a heel
i’m broke, you pay the bill
only got hundred_dollar bills
our flow give you the chills
have bo give you the sk!lls
have tee give you the pill
fat n_gga, i need a meal
broke n_gga, i need a mil’
f_cked up, i need a deal
don’t move, just be still
if you move, you can get k!lled
you f_ck with jak, you’ll get jilled
like bananas, you’ll get peeled
i don’t— alright

- iz bo baglife tee

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