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last-dude - brodie (mashup) كلمات الأغنية

[chorus: pop smoke]
look, big 092mlboa
gq, you got a gun, n_gga, gun, n_gga, me too
brodie gon’ what, brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’
brush ’em
look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’ rrh
diggin’ that louie bag, louie bag, n_gga diggin’ that bag
duffle
brodie go back out, cut ’em
brodie go woo, i bet man gon’ shoot
said i’m big 092, know that i’m woo
don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
i keep me a glock, shoot out the roof
two 38’s, three 22’s

[verse 1: juice wrld]
knock ’em down, domino, pull up with a .40
lilo, he get stitched, ayy
not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin
could a young n_gga f_ck my b_tch
drop out of school, no flunk
meditate up on these b_tches, n_gga, like monk
it’s a walk through the park, but it’s not, b_tch, i run
head so good, had to call a replay
call a uber up, put her on a e_way
scratch, scratch, scratch, don’t mind me
that’s them percs, let mе itch my face (pull_pull_pull)
pull up on him, grand theft auto, chopper with that stick
that b_tch go cl!ck_clack (tut_tut_tut)
put ‘еm on the floor like, sh_t, ayy
[verse 2: nle choppa]
chorus part five, you n_ggas been waitin’
good aim with this glock, should’ve played in the matrix
we ain’t k!lled in a while, finna boost up the ratings
i’ve been poppin’ my sh_t and these n_ggas they hate it
throwin’ my gang, i’m reppin’ my set
i don’t want me a glock, hit his ass with this tec
why he got on a vest? ’cause i aim at his neck
i serve a n_gga [?] that sh_t finesse
murda, murda, murda, all a n_gga know
i can look at the stars, my choppa got a scope
b_tch i’m freestylin’, you thought this sh_t was wrote
my dawg in the cell, i’m just here to give him hope
if a n_gga want smoke, b_tch you know that it’s up
if i pull my d_ck out, then yo’ b_tch gonna suck
and he tried to rob me, he ain’t know it was tough
and i ain’t squashin’ no beef, p_ssy n_gga it’s stuck, yeah

[verse 3: pop smoke]
don’t get put on a shirt, watch n_ggas lurk
i keep a glock, when i’m in church
spin through your block, step on the clutch
hit that boy up, then i reverse
uh, say that i’ll call a ape for a maybach
i’m 823, i get straight cash
(if you got that work, i’ma take that)
[chorus: pop smoke]
look, big 092mlboa
gq, you got a gun, n_gga, gun, n_gga, me too
brodie gon’ what, brodie gon’ back out, brodie gon’
brush ’em
look, brodie gon’, brodie gon’ rrh
diggin’ that louie bag, louie bag, n_gga diggin’ that bag
duffle
brodie go back out, cut ’em
brodie go woo, i bet man gon’ shoot
said i’m big 092, know that i’m woo
don’t come to my block, we gon’ give ’em the boot
i keep me a glock, shoot out the roof
two 38’s, three 22’s

[verse 4: xxxtentacion]
i feel like i’m yo’ daddy, how many times i’m gon’ f_ck?
tryna put my d_ck in her b_tt
swerving in that b_tch, she bound to take d_ck
she bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
i pass her big d_cky, no half, but infinity
stroke your vicinity, b_tches, that coke ending me
offer it, out for offerin’
n_ggas say they “body the p_ssy”, then lets bang
k!ll a f_ck n_gga, he p_ssy, don’t want pain
watch a n_gga fold or mold, he won’t stay
i’ve been in a murder, revolved around pain
i’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
you think i’m p_ssy ‘til beam hit your face
glock in yo’ mouth, got your b_tch at my house
and that b_tch tryna f_ck, so i’m f_ckin’ her face (ayy)

- last dude

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