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legendary rella - on the radar freestyle كلمات الأغنية

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[verse 1]
boy, you been stuck in my head
move wrong, had to leave him on read
don’t wanna do nothin’, i’m stuck in my bed
you told me you love me, ain’t mean what you said
you f_ckin’ with b_tches that leave you for dead
did me wrong, gave my love, i don’t cred’
best friends, we was daedae and craig
chasin’ clout, should’ve kept me instead
[chorus]
rella bands, know i’m down for whatever
broke my heart, guess he thinkin’ he clever
new b_tch, yeah, i’m back and i’m better
too fly, i ain’t holdin’ vendettas
one tap, crunk pullin’ the leather
movin’ wrong, cut him off, had to sever
new b_tch who trash when i met her
too dry, yeah, i know that i’m wetter

[verse 2]
gave you my heart and you broke it in two
i tried to move on but i’m thinkin’ of you
your shadows at night still walk through my room
i like to fight, but this battle i lose
i need a boy, i’m a female loom
he wanna link but it’s way too soon
your mans wanna eat and i get him in tune
know i’m a girl, deep down i’m a goon

[chorus]
rella bands, know i’m down for whatever
broke my heart, guess he thinkin’ he clever
new b_tch, yeah, i’m back and i’m better
too fly, i ain’t holdin’ vendettas
one tap, crunk pullin’ the leather
movin’ wrong, cut him off, had to sever
new b_tch who trash when i met her
too dry, yeah, i know that i’m wetter

[intro]
you think callie and tubman was walkin’ around in a f_ckin’ nice shiny f_ckin’ dress on with a f_ckin’ crown on her head?
when she was takin’ slay?
oh my god, imagine someone spinnin’ home mumblin’ and cacklin’ instead of payin’
payin’ they motherf_ckin’ sh_t

[verse]
pull up with my b_tches, we come in a pack
dump on a ho how i dump on a track
name in they mouth, i know i’m a—
all you are b_tches who f_ck for a rack
she tryna run up on who? go ahead and come test yo’ luck
that b_tch a chicken, that ho ’bout to cluck
like me a gangster, shootin’ a clutch
he ate my p_ssy, he l!ck like a dutch
i’m the voice for the b_tches that shakin’ and l_st
done with the u, he back on the bus
i need the funds, give a f_ck about trust
you don’t know me, n_ggas is phony
roll me a— he thinkin’ he on me
diamonds is black, i’m feelin’ like connie
he got them racks, then he better show me
chill with the percs, how the f_ck you gon’ zone me?
always in louis, how you gon’ coach me?
chill with the percs, how the f_ck you gon’ zone me?
always in louis, how you gon’ coach me?
x talkin’ crazy, i’m f_ckin’ his opp
they think it’s his, but it’s really my glock
he broke my heart and i heard he got shot
he on my d_ck but i don’t got a c_ck

[intro]
(it’s kosfinger, baby)
(it’s kosfinger, baby)
i’m gonna find you, and take it slow

[verse 1]
i’m all high, like b_tch, is you ready or not?
where you was at when i was bendin’ your block
i’m talkin’ hot, that’s unlimited shots
only “ps” n_ggas pushin’ is panickin’, pov
gun never jam, she get p with the knock
and i’m never p_ssy, like b_tch, we could box
same b_tches that chat be runnin’ to cops, like stop
i’ma star and these b_tches be wishin’
barely got friends ’cause these b_tches be switchin’
whenever i spit, n_ggas sit up and listen
i’m from [?] and i don’t do no dissin’
like, never duckin’ no smoke, i’ma air it out
speak on my name, and i ain’t finna clear it out
talk in a circle, i pull up and i square it out
b_tches talk beef and they want me to hear ’em out
i thank god every night
when i was a little girl i used to pray for this life
stray true to myself, i’m good with the hype
like i mean what i say when i talk in this mic’
and i never miss any song that i make
shot that i take is a hit
when you see me, better run, not trip
[?] that’s ready to clip, like

[bridge]
here i come, you can’t hide
i’m gonna find you, and take it slowly
ready, or not?

[verse 2]
stay dripped in designer
dropped ten bands, had the ice on my collar
remember those times grippin’ change for a dollar
all them times made me stronger and smarter
i been takin’ sh_t slow
gettin’ high just to balance my lows
perfectin’ my pen and just countin’ this dough
now that i’m up, b_tches mad in my glow
i’m done makin’ a scene, i’ma give ’em a—
like these b_tches be buggin’
they think we get paid just to sit on the internet, stop it
i asked out online, i don’t give ’em no lovin’
everybody was dissin’ on d_ck ’cause i’m buzzin’
say i do it for clout, but, how you do it?
how you talk sh_t with my d_ck in your mouth?
n_ggas get signed, and cop change amiris
before i do that, get mom a new house
had to come on the radar
like they state troopers, i’m all on your radar
the winnin’ sh_t easy, i don’t got to play hard
been droppin’ five figures, don’t answer my racer
like, b_tch, is you dumb? stupid? or, what?
alll my opps on c_ck, i’m still untouched
pretty and ghetto, gangster and barbie
matte lipgloss, put the gun in clutch
been eatin’ these b_tches the way that i sh_t
he know i’m a demon the way that i spit
hundred thou’ for my n_gga, i’m lettin’ it rip
put his heart in my hand ’cause he know i’m legit

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