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jeesh - m4n d0wn كلمات الأغنية

[intro: jeesh]
(one of these days, i gotta stop talking like this, bro)
yeah, yeah, yeah (somebody gon’ be on my ass)
so what (ayo oddwin)

[verse 1: jeesh]
raid man, raid man, raid man, raid man, raid man, raid man
i hit his block in the ray bands
we leave the block vacant
knocked out his socks, lord take him
i get ’em bought, ain’t rents
calling them shots, hey man (hi shots)
jit popped out with a jot in his pants, that pencil, that lead (brrr)
if he finna sketch out a shot, somebody get dropped, somebody get__ (what?)
dead (bow)
pick a number from one to ten (pick one)
we probably got that plus k in the vault lil’ boy, and its nothin’ but bens, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
i ain’t the one to be pokеd, you might just get you a counter in poles (bah)
how you gon’ stop mе, you ain’t a flow
homie, you getting exposed (getting exposed)
lemme be clear when i get on your timeline, (yuh)
i find something i want, i acquire mine, (yuh)
ain’t no more “keep going” brody, its my time, (go, go)
order me round and i give you the driveby, uh yuh (go, go)
[pre_chorus: jeesh]
mastermind, i told ’em how to move and they get agg’ (agg’)
ran up with them specs, he on our spot, he finna lag, (lag)
that popping ain’t no party, it’s gon’ leave somebody sad (sad)
man i don’t like his ass, he f_ck around, he getting stabbed

[chorus: jeesh]
uh, man down, man down, huh
big bucks in gowns, huh, sticks up, stick rounds, huh
man brought his jitties, fo, pick up these clowns, huh
we gon’ need the extra fit ups this time, aye, aye
uh, man down, man down, huh
big bucks in gowns, huh, sticks up, stick rounds, huh
man brought his jitties, fo, pick up these clowns, huh
we gon’ need the extra fit ups this time, aye, aye

[verse 2: jeesh]
aye, yuh
i need a rider b_tch (what?)
we on a nature trail in the hood, i pick up all kinds of sticks (i do)
we put that rat jack in the wood, it’s the only time i spliff
stop jock with a word, i ain’t never sing not no kind of fist (yah, yah, yah)
f_ck around with the god gifted jit, sh_t get cl!cked off side the hip (brrrah)
bow the kid, left momma done cry if he deserve that kind of sh_t
i pop up in the jail, i turn kingpin, they follow my respect
you ain’t ever show up, you tryna scr_p now, i’ll send you my address
blow the shawty ass out, she probably gon’ yelp every time she try to sit (yah, yah, yah)
bend on that clique side, they go inside (hoe)
i f_cked a boy on some straight sh_t, lil’ p_ssy felt this rod (bow)
he already wanna go to h_ll, won’t be my fault he ain’t met god
i was gon’ chop rap fast as h_ll, then f_ck it, said “jit talk” (yeah, ok)
i’m fly off the top
big ass beetle with a metal stock
hard sh_ll hit him, it’ll rattle thoughts
single him out like a battle spot
jiminy cricket, i walk with the stick
it up on you, this sh_t is about to get wicked
you thinking of dissing on me, then forget it
i give you a minute then run a__ (ah, agh, f_ck)
[pre_chorus: jeesh]
mastermind, i told ’em how to move and they get agg’ (agg’)
ran up with them specs, he on our spot, he finna lag, (lag)
that popping ain’t no party, it’s gon’ leave somebody sad (sad)
man i don’t like his ass, he f_ck around, he getting stabbed

[chorus: jeesh]
uh, man down, man down, huh
big bucks in gowns, huh, sticks up, stick rounds, huh
man brought his jit__
you get the idea, man

- jeesh

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