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j-rexx - night crawlers كلمات أغنية

[intro: j_rexx]
yeah, uh, uh, pull up, n_gga, you know the vibe (skrrt, skrrt!)
all black everything, we huntin’ these dumb_ass n_ggas (bah, bah!)
shooters in the back, glock, draco, whatever, b_tch (brrr!)
ain’t no cuddlin’, we gon’ leave you stiff, f_ck you, lil’ n_gga (haha!)
yo, dd, babychief, let’s get it, grrah!

[chorus: j_rexx]
pull up on these opps, they a whole pack of dead_ass n_ggas (dead!)
bounce out, i’m sprayin’, lil’ b_tch, we don’t play no games (bah!)
same glock, same draco, he get popped in his f_ckin’ brain (boom!)
i can see him sweat, he scared, b_tch, he duckin’ the rain (duck!)
link with an opp hoe? that lil’ b_tch gon’ catch the pain (skrrt!)
hang with them clowns, you gon’ die, ain’t no way to explain (f_ck!)
bеat up his ride, my shooters right therе with me (woo!)
think with your d_ck, now you prayin’ for a milli’ in vain (bah!)

[verse 1: j_rexx]
disrespect me? lil’ b_tch, your whole life gon’ get ugly (ugly!)
mask on my face, pop off, i’ll do it publicly (brr, brr!)
ten ain’t enough, tell these dumb_ass n_ggas to duck (duck!)
caught his broke_ass eatin’ at mickey d’s, now he stuck (haha!)
we don’t cuddle, we slide, leave ’em bleed in the muck (bleed!)
switch stutterin’, i fire twice, b_tch, feel the f_ckin’ luck (bah!)
stackin’ checks, f_ck your feelings, money over love (cash!)
pull up, spray out, lil’ n_gga, don’t test my glove (boom!)
i made it out the mud, my lil’ body black and cold (cold!)
die alone, no savior, that’s the way my story told (story!)
one of my own? nah, b_tch, they ain’t raised me right (wrong!)
run up some m’s, cop a crib, i’ll sleep alone at night (woo!)
f_cked up lil’ n_gga, i don’t need to play no games (nah!)
pull up, leave ’em slumped, they lazy, never the same (bah!)
four in the back, tris got me faded off the lean (lean!)
young dumbass, i’ll cap anyone from the scene (brr!)
[verse 2: dd osama]
on the road, no sleep, livin’ reckless, that’s the life i chose (yeah!)
lil’ brody askin’ cash, i told that b_tch, “go f_ck your nose” (go!)
thinkin’ ’bout the past, my old days, miss the old bros (miss!)
did enough for my hood, still n_ggas actin’ like foes (bah!)
one day drank lean too hard, sh_t had me constipated (constipated!)
bro get on my ass, i told him, “slide, don’t get faded” (slide!)
doody threat? yeah, he know i ain’t playin’, b_tch (grrah!)
try me? you gon’ get stretched, that’s a lil’ problem, snitch (bah!)

[verse 3: babychiefdoit]
all you lil’ n_ggas b_tches, can’t take heat, get the f_ck out my kitchen (get out!)
bounce out the whip, bust rounds, some of you n_ggas ain’t worth it (bang!)
tired of gasin’ up blocks that ain’t even worth spinnin’ (f_ck that!)
f_cked two ho_ass b_tches, stacy and lacy, yeah, i hit ’em (haha!)
too many voices in my head, sh_t p_ssin’ me off, i ain’t chillin’ (grrah!)
on calls with my rappy, he tell me stay low, don’t k!ll him (woo!)
my b_tch hate when i ain’t home, my bro say, “stop poppin’ pills” (stop!)
i talk money, guns, if it ain’t that, b_tch, i don’t feel (nah!)
slimy lil’ n_gga, p_ss in a bottle, tell you it’s beer (haha!)
i wanna see you hit the ground, i don’t care, i got no fear (brrr!)
say what you want, i’m comin’ through, put sh_t in the air (bah!)
run all you want, i’ll say, “come here, dumbass, don’t stare” (skrrt!)
slatt! don’t lack, you snooze, permanent nap, i swear (bah!)
pop one of these, feel me, relapse like you don’t care (grrah!)
don’t ask how i know your ho, we go way back, beware (haha!)
sleep off xans, still ridin’, better drive like you aware (drive!)
lil’ n_gga, i don’t duck, i take your bl!ck, i don’t care (bah!)
mad ’bout a ho i already hit? that lil’ b_tch can share (share!)
jumped off the porch, he dead quick, don’t need no repair (bang!)
pass me the ball? nah, i dunk, i don’t play fair (woo!)
three tries? knee_deep in sh_t, lil’ n_gga beware (bah!)
claim you with me? half your ass don’t even exist there (grrah!)
baow! age don’t matter, gender don’t matter, b_tch, beware (bah!)
we spank so many kids, think we runnin’ clinics here (haha!)
early mornin’, off drugs, they beat me, still kickin’ (kick!)
lil’ face, sweet mug, i gotta tell ’em, keep on listenin’ (skrrt!)
[chorus: j_rexx & dd osama]
pull up on these opps, they a whole pack of dead_ass n_ggas (dead!)
bounce out, i’m sprayin’, lil’ b_tch, we don’t play no games (bah!)
same glock, same draco, he get popped in his f_ckin’ brain (boom!)
i can see him sweat, he scared, b_tch, he duckin’ the rain (duck!)
link with an opp hoe? that lil’ b_tch gon’ catch the pain (skrrt!)
hang with them clowns, you gon’ die, ain’t no way to explain (f_ck!)
beat up his ride, my shooters right there with me (woo!)
think with your d_ck, now you prayin’ for a milli’ in vain (bah!)

- j rexx

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