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izaya tiji - 365 كلمات الأغنية

(verse)
boy you ain’t gon’ make too fye, booted up 365
and my shooters, they shoot too fye, (too fye)
still they talking on live lil boy, those choppas boy give you that fye
eat your head off like pie, yeah yeah, xd make ya’ momma cry
blew ya’ ass up like a mine, uh huh
and they like, “f_ck them slayworld n_ggas”, you test my gang you gon’ die, uh huh
give a lil n_gga red eye, give a lil n_gga lead eye, uh huh
my lil boys used to get get em fly, boys used to kick, you gon’ die
and a new hunna round draco came with a pop, and i gotta catch my flight
and i’m running ’round to my shooters, and my b_tch she bad now
think my lungs, they too polluted, and my hunnas too blue
and we cooking that stew off a blue, jugg his sh_t then took him
and we eating dst with the fruit, h_llcat make a n_gga p__p
h_llcat make him do a loop, .380 h_llcat and it no roof, (on it)
oh that’s your crib, then we dropping a bomb on it
oh that’s your b_tch, we dropping some d_ck on her
oh that’s your wave, lil n_gga we been on it
oh that’s your vibe, lil n_gga we been passed it
i smoke that og, he smoking on sh_t pack
and, he think he gon’ get his lil sh_t back, and he get his lil n_gga
he think he gon’ get his lil b_tch back
off of that 325 i can’t rap, my whip smell like loud lack
hollow tips poke him like a thumbtack, hollow tips poke him make him jump back
finna run it up like a line back, heavy weight n_gga doing jump jacks
finna chop you down like a lumberjack, shooters they keep that d_mn mag
spilled all of the pint on my kicks, d_mn it
let’s go empty the whole mag, let’s go empty the whole mag, yeah

- izaya tiji

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