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leesta - leaving the coast كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
coast to coast
on the coast
bad b_tches wanna know how
go
we got chains from em’
we got chains and they all chrome
finna ride for my
i’ma ride for my b_tch and my bro

[chorus]
i put armor on my car ’cause b_tches plottin’ (let’s go)
i know they mad at me ’cause they actin’ out of pocket (the f_ck?)
the way i add my numbers up, they call me mr. accountant (count it, count it)
i know she’d hold me down if, down if i had no options (and i know that)
my baby, she really my baby
vvs_cut goin’ crazy
really i did it, none of my prada outdated
skippin’ on these b_tches like i’m speed dating (skrt)
in the h_llcat with the 380
i’m leesta, i’m not lee, baby, yeah
balmain the jeans baby, yeah

[verse]
know they switchin’ up like еvery single day, therе ain’t no solidity (na)
talkin’ ’bout goats, man, i’m the epitome (talk about, yeah)
talkin’ ’bout bold, two b_tches gon’ live for me
i got a bag on me, switchin’ my energy
pray that my bro don’t go federal
pounds goin’ get him in the penitentiary (yeah, yeah)
all my opps could die, i don’t got no sympathy (ah, ah)
smoking gelato, this sh_t be my remedy (let’s go, let’s go)
and if you ain’t with me, considered an enemy (considered an enemy)
i got the money and b_tches to spend for me (spend for me)
she wanna know, how is we gon’ maintain a relationship when i’m out on the road?
to be real, i don’t know
stay on my p’s and q’s but i smoke out the p or the o
boy, i’m f_ckin’ her face, finna skeet in her throat
in la for a day then i’m leaving the coast
i got the money to fight
know that they mad ’cause i run it like meech
when i f_ck from the back, man, i’m slippin’ [?]
and i stay with a pint, poured a 6 in the mist
know that boy tried to send a lil hit but he missed
only reason i got rich ’cause i took a lil risk
man, i post up with zay and i smoke out the zip
boy, don’t talk out your net, my lil boy got a stick
[chorus]
i put armor on my car ’cause b_tches plottin’ (let’s go)
i know they mad at me ’cause they actin’ out of pocket (the f_ck?)
the way i add my numbers up, they call me mr. accountant (count it, count it)
i know she’d hold me down if, down if i had no options (and i know that)
my baby, she really my baby
vvs_cut goin’ crazy
really i did it, none of my prada outdated
skippin’ on these b_tches like i’m speed dating (skrt)
in the h_llcat with the 380
i’m leesta, i’m not lee, baby, yeah
balmain the jeans baby, yeah (ay glazer, i see you)

- leesta

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