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li rye – banned from where كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(mommy, india got them beats) i ain’t cooped up in the hills, i’m in the field tryna catch a k!ll, baby, huh?
i’m banned from where? i’m banned by who? (leor, light it up)
these n_ggas ain’t got no stripes, and i’ma take his lil’_ass life, stop

[chorus]
i’m the real score god, know we drill, baby
i ain’t cooped up in the hills, i’m in the field, i’m outside tryna catch a k!ll, baby
all that dissin’, who you k!lled lately?
lil’ big ceo, caucasian phone coppin’ deuces, still be dissin’, man, these n_ggas crazy
anti dropped a song sayin’ my name rockin’ moissanite chains
i don’t even wanna respond ’cause these n_ggas, so f_ckin’ lamе
all in the a, they know i bust a brain
got rich and still ain’t change
glock .23, clutchin’ lеbron james
from the stick, b_tch shootin’ out flames

[verse 1]
and i won’t touch you ’cause that my brother’s sister
soon as i get the drop, know i’m sendin’ a missile
d_ck ridin’ n_ggas you never met in person
i don’t understand you n_ggas
on the west, tryna blam a n_gga
so it’s beef? that’s what you sayin’, lil’ n_gga?
i’m the type, hop out shootin’ with both hands, lil’ n_gga
so p_ssy, i can’t even stand the n_gga
i’ma k!ll you where you stand, lil’ n_gga
been itchin’ to knock off your man
i don’t no need plan, just some switches and pistols
nut in her mouth when you kissed her
paranoid, my finger don’t leave the trigger
bad b_tch tell me she don’t need no n_gga
these n_ggas broke as f_ck, too
dissin’ me, p_ssy, who is you?
we known to hop out, shoot
can tell he target practice ’cause all he do is diss
with a zipper on his stomach, like they don’t be rippin’ his ass up
n_ggas be dissin’ on the ‘net, in real life, they p_ssy as f_ck
and you know that’s facts, ain’t gotta run it back
i call jb, ain’t gotta send him sh_t, know he gon’ handle that
no defense, we quick attack
diss me, now you can’t take it back
and you know how i get down
we walk sh_t down, leave you with no face attached
play wrong, i pull up with the mac
i’m tryna see where n_ggas at
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with you b_tches, i been’ itchin’ to catch a hat
face down flat, n_gga
four_three, they run track
when we pull up, they get off
this a h_llcat motor, if 12 get behind, ain’t no pistols gettin’ tossed
that n_gga sweet, we laid on him, i’m on his head like randy moss
talked to the devil and prayed on him, next day, nail his ass to the cross
they just took another loss, that’s raw
brand new chop’, that b_tch go, “bah”
brand new drac’, that b_tch go, “fah”
7.62s rip the door off a car
bring me his head in a jar
i’m rich and i’m above the law
since birth, i’ve been a f_ckin’ star
talk sh_t, this switch gon’ tap your jaw
blackout, i f_cked ’round, popped a bar
i give my life for [?]
[?] louie, rod, jb [?] and the rest know who they are
[chorus]
i’m the real score god, know we drill, baby
i ain’t cooped up in the hills, i’m in the field, i’m outside tryna catch a k!ll, baby
all that dissin’, who you k!lled lately?
lil’ big ceo, caucasian phone coppin’ deuces, still be dissin’, man, these n_ggas crazy
anti dropped a song sayin’ my name rockin’ moissanite chains
i don’t even wanna respond ’cause these n_ggas, so f_ckin’ lame
all in the a, they know i bust a brain
got rich and still ain’t change
glock .23, clutchin’ lebron james
from the stick, b_tch shootin’ out flames

[verse 2]
bro’s sister pulled up with all anti chains, said it ain’t worth a thing
the jeweler said, “these moissanites,” big 952, that be the gang, huh?
oh, you ready to lose your brain, huh?
bet it for me, they’ll leave you stank, huh?
jump in the video, they’ll put a target on your back, i’ma step on your ass and head home
out the window, tryna leave his head blown
ain’t poppin’ outside ’til the feds gone
n_ggas died ’cause the sh_t they said wrong
i love dunkin’ on sh_t, like i’m derrick rose
i’ma clutch on that fire ’til i can’t no more
hope i die ‘fore i ever get old
free all the bros up the road, f_ck it
yeah, i’m keepin’ it violent if a f_ck n_gga told
[chorus]
i’m the real score god, know we drill, baby
i ain’t cooped up in the hills, i’m in the field, i’m outside tryna catch a k!ll, baby
all that dissin’, who you k!lled lately?
lil’ big ceo, caucasian phone coppin’ deuces, still be dissin’, man, these n_ggas crazy
anti dropped a song sayin’ my name rockin’ moissanite chains
i don’t even wanna respond ’cause these n_ggas, so f_ckin’ lame
all in the a, they know i bust a brain
got rich and still ain’t change
glock .23, clutchin’ lebron james
from the stick, b_tch shootin’ out flames

- li rye

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