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kiuoro & del bandzz - on read كلمات أغنية

[intro: kiuoro & del bandzz]
imma leave her ass on
f_ck
(go) imma leave her ass on re
go (go)
go (f_ck)

[verse 1: del bandzz]
b_tch texting all this sh_t, imma leave her ass on read
if a n_gga run up on me, imma shoot him in the head
leave em’ dead, in the pavement, in the ground
when my n_ggas creepin’ around, yeah
they don’t make a sound
p_ssy bald head, i might call her charlie brown
n_ggas hatin’ on us, but they know we f_ckin’ bound
to blow
i ain’t cuffin’ no b_tch, you know all i hate is joes

[verse 2: kiuoro]
if that b_tch think imma cuff her, then that lil’ b_tch gotta go
my plays go through every time, like i shoot a free throw
bad b_tch in the benz, turnt off casamigos
i found a b_tch and somе friends for me and my three bros
i like my b_tchеs bad and bougie, just like the migos
this glock got a infrared, thermal, and a heat scope
[verse 3: del bandzz]
if you try my lil’ brother, then i’ll let the heat blow
i don’t want a boring b_tch, i just want a freak hoe
hittin’ hoes like marshawn lynch
yeah, i’m stuck in beast mode
and my n_ggas dressed in all black, like some negros
we smokin’ dope
(we smokin’ dope) we smokin dope
i got the neck, then i dipped, i’m like f_ckin’ adios
b_tch, i’m feelin’ like i’m tay k, n_ggas murder what she wrote
that n_gga f_ckin’ crashin’ out, cause he ain’t had no hope
i’m gettin’ all these f_ckin’ presidents, but i ain’t f_ckin’ vote
yeah, my heart kinda cold, i got monclezy’ for the coat

[verse 3: kiuoro]
got goyard for the tote
gas the only thing i smoke
she wanna go on a trip
wok the only thing i sip
she give the neck, and then she dip
i get a zip, and then i flip
she a fan, she just wanted a lil’ fl!ck
i went ap up on my wrist
cartier on the lens
amg, big body benz
five percent tint on the window, so the b_tch can’t see in it
come do business with me, come and take a risk
mix the wocky with the brisk
just with my fit i’ll take your b_tch
[chrous: kiuoro]
this that chrome heart patch sh_t (what?)
new york rich sh_t (c’mon)
brand new ricks sh_t (yeah)
overseas with the brits sh_t (who?)
this might be new money, but i’m still gettin’ lit b_tch
had to upgrade to the penthouse, had to get up on my rich sh_t (turn me up)

[verse 4: del bandzz]
n_ggas got no motion, n_gga traded, kenny pickens
and that b_tch so bad, i might put her on a wishlist
driftin’ in a stick shift
white boy ballin’ in the court, he legitness
this sh_t get ridiculous
bop tried to f_ckin’ kiss me, but i said she got the d_ck lips
me and my n_ggas really flexin, it’s like we workin’ la fitness
spend the block like a fidget, i’m the golden ticket n_gge
i’m the golden ticket n_gge
f_ck
n_gga

- kiuoro del bandzz

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