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kenny mason - 4 كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(coupe)

[chorus]
yeah, talking to ghosts, the topic is dope
prop the chopper up right by the door
what’s in my hand? the five and the four
fire in my hand when i’m in the 4 (4, 4)
i’d be more scared of dying alone, not of a foe
thousands piling up all on the floor
fine sh_t, line ’em up all in a row

[verse 1]
body sh_t and she k!ll ’em for real
choirs’ll tell you i’m him, for real
scars’ll tell where i’ve been, for real
eyes will tell you i’ve been for real
yeah, eyes will tell ’em
yeah, eyеs will tell what you didn’t reveal
vibе will tell what you didn’t reveal
i ain’t gon’ tell ’em, my lips are sealed
i count up so fast, the ride get jealous
the whip so fine, the vibes get jealous
the 40 so fine, the 9 get jealous
ain’t n0body buying the lies you sellin’
finding my mind on the mozzarella
we riding with choppers, they not propellers
you know i was bendin’ blocks with felons
you know i want m’s and not the letter
pup on the chain, it had to go platinum
spending my days in paris for fashion
spend a few g’s, that just for the jeans
i didn’t know the name, i had to go ask ’em
commas on commas, it look like i’m havin’
numbers on numbers, it look like a fraction
f_ck if you know ’em, you know we gon’ tax ’em
f_ck if you know ’em, you know we gon’—
[chorus]
talking to ghosts, the topic is dope
prop the chopper up right by the door
what’s in my hand? the five and the four
fire in my hand when i’m in the 4 (4, 4)
i’d be more scared of dying alone, not of a foe
thousands piling up all on the floor
fine sh_t, line ’em up all in a r—

[verse 2]
hol’ up, front street, front street, front street
put that sh_t on front street, front street, front street
f_cked her in a top suite
her man know she not ‘sleep
know they wanna copy, know they gonna copy
hol’ up, i’m doubling down, i’m doubling up
them numbers go up, we cover the ground
they run with the sound and cover it up
we run in they houses (doo_too_too_too)
i run in this b_tch (too_too_too_too)
they rather run miles than run into pup
i’m coming to terms with coming in first
i come in a ‘vert, she coming to f_ck
she ride around with my gun in a clutch
the numbers and commas is jumbling up
n0body told me to get on my hustle
stomach was rumbling, that was enough (enough)
huh, they wanna be tough?
none of ’em come from the jungle with us
none of these dummies go dumber than us
humbly, n0body humbling us
i ain’t from this earth (earth)
i’m straight from the dirt, most of the folk from the hood
i grew up playing in dirt, we laying in dirt
n_ggas that don’t get to stay gettin’ murked
you don’t get nothing from saying it first
i ain’t getting nothing from taking this perc’
pushing your luck, you lay in a he_rs_
you pushing right up
i’m new to this b_tch, but knew from the jump that i would adjust the screws in this b_tch
couple of mine is loose in this b_tch
one n_gga tried, i’m losing my sh_t
why would i lie? i’m true to this sh_t
don’t get my vibe confused in this b_tch
don’t get my mind confused in this b_tch
i don’t know what i might do in this b_tch, i’m—
[chorus]
talking to ghosts, the topic is dope
prop the chopper up right by the door
what’s in my hand? the five and the four
fire in my hand when i’m in the 4 (4, 4)
i’d be more scared of dying alone, not of a foe
thousands piling up all on the floor
fine sh_t, line ’em up all in a row

- kenny mason

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