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k4 trell - fucked his bitch كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(brrt, brrt)
yeah, yeah, you know that
f_ck them n_ggas, f_ck they dead homies too
(gang, gang, gang!)

[chorus]
ayy, his b_tch let me nut in her face
he talk tough, put a beam to his waist
hollow tips put his ass in his place
his homie died, but he ain’t get no case
opps keep talkin’, we slidin’ today
choppa gon’ clap, let it sound like a parade
that n_gga cappin’, he ain’t got no rank
caught him outside, now he missin’ his brain
i took his hoe, now he beggin’ to stay (b_tch!)
srt fast, do the dash on the jakes (skrrt!)
ain’t no remorse, put a switch on the k (grrah!)
f_ck what he claim, we spinnin’ his gang

[verse 1]
heard his big homie got left in a he_rs_
b_tch on her period, kick her out first
he ain’t on sh_t, put his face on a shirt
talk like a k!ller, but died with a purse (d_mn!)
slidin’ on opps, ain’t no rules in this sh_t
ran off with packs, now he cryin’ like a b_tch (haha!)
say he a shooter, but froze with his stick
beam on his head, now he twitch like a glitch (grrah!)
high_speed chase, hit the curb, make it flip
b_tch on my d_ck, she gon’ f_ck off the rip
brand new glock, make his whip do a twist
his b_tch in my bed while he postin’ a diss (weak_ass n_gga!)
[chorus]
ayy, his b_tch let me nut in her face
he talk tough, put a beam to his waist
hollow tips put his ass in his place
his homie died, but he ain’t get no case
opps keep talkin’, we slidin’ today
choppa gon’ clap, let it sound like a parade
that n_gga cappin’, he ain’t got no rank
caught him outside, now he missin’ his brain
i took his hoe, now he beggin’ to stay (b_tch!)
srt fast, do the dash on the jakes (skrrt!)
ain’t no remorse, put a switch on the k (grrah!)
f_ck what he claim, we spinnin’ his gang

[verse 2]
run in his spot, we ain’t knockin’ on doors (nah!)
beam on the glock, put a hole in his throat
say he got motion, that n_gga went broke
took all his racks, now he sleepin’ on floors (haha!)
lil’ bro itchin’, he tryna go lurk
shot his ass up, made him dance like a twerk
hoes on my d_ck, but i pass ’em to bro
he say he real, but he snitchin’ on folk (rat!)
730 shootas ain’t shootin’ for sh_t
caught him in traffic, his ass got flipped
internet gangsta, that boy just a b_tch
i took his hoe, now he cryin’ and sick (p_ssy!)
[outro]
(brrt, brrt)
yeah, yeah, you know that
f_ck the opps, f_ck they dead homies too
(gang, gang, gang!)

- k4 trell

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