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izaya tiji - pots and pans freestyle كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(mingo, haha)

[chorus]
he wan’ shoot sh_t, he’ll get shot down
ridin’ with them pots out (lets go, lets go)
n_gga could get cut down
real runners, n_gga, touchdown
oh he ain’t die? n_gga lucked out
tell that b_tch, “get the f_ck out”
we in beni’s eatin’ kung pao
and my n_ggas sell that bag; pound
and these choppa bullets way louder
we might empty out a leg on ’em
clip long like a pencil, boy we might just take a test on
put a f_ckin’ stack on ’em
put a f_ckin’ check on ’em
then empty out that b_tch then with my n_gga do that dance on ’em

[verse 1]
oh you hot now? hot now
oh you with a lot now?
ridin’ with that top down
they don’t wanna bust down (lets go, lеts go)
could go get a bust_down
could go flip a bus now
fin’ go pop a bus now
think my pockets f_cked now
pockеts thick as f_ck now
leave a n_gga stuck now
what the f_ck he talkin’ bout? might make the xd jump now (xd jump)
n_gga lame as f_ck, he wearin’ khakis and some chuck’s now
lets just buy her up, this sh_t almost get him shook now
makin’ money, money, money, and these n_ggas with no hoes
do not let me pop no perc’, no n_gga, might get profiled (lets go, lets go)
kankan in yo’ profile, we might do yo’ lil ass old style
pop you with them toes out
we got sticks, like it’s lowes now
[chorus]
he wan’ shoot sh_t, he’ll get shot down
ridin’ with them pots out
n_gga could get cut down
real runners, n_gga, touchdown
oh he ain’t die? n_gga lucked out
tell that b_tch, “get the f_ck out”
we in beni’s eatin’ kung pao
and my n_ggas sell that bag, pound
and these choppa bullets way louder
we might empty out a leg on ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)
clip long like a pencil, boy we might just take a test on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
put a f_ckin’ stack on ’em
put a f_ckin’ check on ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)
then empty out that b_tch then with my n_gga do that dance on ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
srt, all black n_gga, it look like obama
could go set a bomb off
moncler look like llama
in that 300 cassandra
i don’t know i forgot
all i know she sold that ganja
(mingo, haha) and she suck my d_ck, she f_ck me whenever i wanna
keep a stick just like osama
f_ck this b_tch, but i don’t wanna
diamonds on moana
finna cop some 1’s
he wan’ feat? then it’s gon’ cost ’em
he wan’ beat me? we gon’ pop ’em
he wan’ be me? he gon’ copy
my b_tch blacker than my coffee
free him up just like a stalker
can we smoke that boy? he stallin’
put this b_tch against the wall (okay, okay)
eat this b_tch up like a dog
h_llcat jump like a frog, yeah
tied up with them mobs
pass me n_gga, you can boss, yeah_yeah_yeah

- izaya tiji

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