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kyle richh - gomd remix كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
gllt, gang

[verse 1: kyle richh]
i don’t do shows, i’m really like that
i got a pole, why the f_ck would i fight back?
ya n_ggas on d_ck, go invest in a grip
if i send that shot, better hope i don’t miss
ryan is p_ssy, your mother a b_tch
your b_tch on my d_ck and she suckin’ my kiss
chad in the back and he loadin’ the clip
i don’t want your feelin’s, i just want the six
if he dissin’ the gang, i’ma throw it like manny
josh can’t fight, but he punch like manny
your b_tch on my d_ck, why she [?] for?
four deep in the v and i’m grippin that cannon
f_ck that, if [?] better duck that
finger itchin, i’m feenin’, clutch that b_tch
tata feenin’ to up that .6, look
my b_tch jackin’ 4, but she throwin’ the force of my d_ck in her throat
i cannot lack with this glock on my hip
if he dissin’ the gang, we gon’ shoot through his coat
f_ck that, if [?] better duck that
finger itchin, i’m feenin’, clutch that b_tch
i’m on the block with a glock for them opps
sav’o, feenin’ to up that sitch
([?] feenin’ to suck that bl!ck, gang)
[verse 2: jenn carter]
carter
i eat her, she callin’ me baby
keep a chopper like we in the navy
n_ggas p_ssy, it’s f_ck a discussion
we pull up, he runnin’, they turn into ladies
keep it on me, don’t talk to me crazy
get revenge just by takin’ your lady
can’t get they bread up ’cause n_ggas is lazy
get they bread up ’cause n_ggas is lazy
it’s a difference with dissin’ and subbin’
these n_ggas ain’t dumb, so they know where [?]
how you say you submission, but don’t got a gun
we gon’ hop out the v, we surprisin’ ’em
and i’m all on they mind like a fitted
my n_ggas is with it and nothin’ is stoppin’ em
they like ”jenn you be sh_ttin’ and you gotta chill
’cause you just turned eighteen, you a problem”

[chorus: jenn carter]
he said chad in the back and you loadin’ the clip
n_ggas is p_ssy, ya aren’t on sh_t
n_ggas just hate me ’cause i am a b_tch
takin’ they b_tch and i don’t got a d_ck
how you callin’ me broke, but your mother need help
and you flexin’ this belt when she can’t get a win
and i don’t do the shows, i just worry ’bout bread
i just stay on my head and i don’t politic
[verse 3: jenn carter]
these n_ggas is [?] ’cause i’m f_ckin’ they b_tch
so, they talkin’ ’bout me in they p4 party
how i can’t give her kids and she still on my d_ck
and y’all under her pic’, so like she is a barbie
if we sendin’ shots, better duck that
post a fl!ck on the book and you n_ggas still rush that
if we see him, he gon’ brake like a kit kat
throwin’ [?] on the neck, but not for the chit_chat
every time that these n_ggas be flexin’ they bread
i should say that it’s comin’ for memories
how you callin’ me broke, but you wear the same fleece
every picture, how long ’til she get to me
n_ggas claim that they hate me, but under my pic’
i ain’t dumb, i still know you my enemy
he said chad in the back and you loadin’ the clip
n_ggas is p_ssy, ya aren’t on sh_t
n_ggas just hate me ’cause i am a b_tch
takin’ they b_tch and i don’t got a d_ck
n_ggas stay in my business, they all in my sh_t
’bout a b_tch, you was askin’ to come to my crib
you b_tches is p_ssy, stop tuckin’ my [?]
she called you a b_tch and start coppin’ a plea
and they gettin’ equipped, postin’ knockies on snap
all like, don’t f_ck around and they think they legit
[verse 4: mo kartii]
they thought i was playin’, f_ck that (f_ck that)
yeah, get to that guap, rush that (rush that)
your b_tch on my d_ck, suck that (suck that)
with a glock on my hip, clutch that (baow, baow)
these n_ggas be g_y, bun that (bun that)
all day with a grip, tuck that (rrah)
we send them shots, tuck that (rrah)
lil’ b_tch only ballin’, clutch that (baow, baow)
we enter in the spot we gon’ bend with a box
big b_tch and i’m beatin’ her box
but, f_ck at ya n_ggas man, f_ck all the opps (f_ck ’em)
call up gang and they gettin’ our drops
stackin’ the bread, we gon’ get where our back is (bread)
it’s a opp in the spot, stop lackin’
put in the box like a n_gga is packin’
[?] gang the sh_t that i’m jackin’
mo kartii so great, yeah i did it again (kartii)
if you come me, then bring me your friends
we callin’ him ben ’cause we sendin’ him ten (baow)
get a strap and i’m feelin’ like jenn
hope that you listenin’, go grab a pen
’cause i told you i did it again
she said that she wife, but b_tch it depends
our relationship k to the end
i got a bag, breesha, big on the legs, treesha, like
we bringin’ terisha, felicia, don’t forget keisha, like
if she wife then that b_tch gotta go
if she lit then she drivin’ the boat
took three shots, yeah, i’m ready to blow (ready to baow)
there’s an audience, put on a show (hol’ on)
you get a check that just spendin’ a hoe
f_ck that lil’ b_tch, you a joke
i got check and i’m always on go
watch how i’ma spin with the bros
you get a check that just spendin’ a hoe
f_ck that lil’ b_tch, you a joke
i got check and i’m always on go
watch how i’ma spin with the bros
said n_ggas [?] t_shirts
call my blunt, he get put in a t_shirt
you a loser, sit in a bleacher
you all on my d_ck and they ask for a feature
i’m always on go, don’t need ya
f_ckin’ your mother that run up a visa
i’m always on go, don’t need ya
f_ckin’ your mother that run up a visa

- kyle richh

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