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kg smokey - on my grave كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
this glock will put you in a coma, i smoke like i got glaucoma
i put hi-tech in my soda, not the biz from minnesota
and she ride it like a ‘rari, but she thick just like a rover
got my neck in wristball frozen, i’m a real one, i ain’t photo
n-gg- talking all that tough sh-t, i’ma leave his face swollen
n-gg- talking all that f-cked sh-t, i’ma dunk this fully loaded
yo b-tch ain’t come home last night ’cause she was with me gettin’ stolen
don’t get your homie birth, 40s bread i’ma toast it

[chorus]
i just jumped up in this ranch, diamonds on my chain
all these chains on me ’cause she get jiggy on that bling
i say: “n-gg-, you a lame”, no he ain’t from my gang
me and you are not the same and i put that on my grave

[post-chorus]
on my grave, n-gg-‘s p-ssy and they do not want my fade
on my grave, n-gg-‘s g-y and they in it for the fame
on my grave, f-ck a job, i’m in the streets getting paid
on my grave, i go get it, you n-gg-s just go complain
on my grave, n-gg-‘s p-ssy, they do not want my fade
on my grave, n-gg-‘s g-y, they just in it for the fame
on my grave, f-ck a job, i’m in the streets getting paid
on my grave, i go get it, you n-gg-s just go complain, p-ssy

[verse 2]
where the f-ck is your loud when i was home, y’all let that rain
how the f-ck am i providing for you when i’m in jail? that don’t make sense
what you know about sleeping in the trap? roaches prolly on my wrist
got it out the mud, cadillac coupe, the bill, 20 inch rims
f-ck your dad, i talk myself the streets, lil’ n-gg-, i ain’t no b-tch (b-tch)
n-gg- don’t play, really play with your p-ssy or play with your kids (oh, n-gg-)
steered in the streets, hunnid million plus views, this don’t make sense (oh, no)
all i know is that i got myself, i’m a gangsta, i can’t trip

- kg smokey

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