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li rye - christian كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(al geno on the track)

[chrous]
everytime this sh_t get gangsta, n_ggas run straight to the ‘net
all the cappin’ in your songs won’t get your b_tch ass no respect
playin’ foul, might knock a n_gga off the court wit this new tec
caught a cramp from chasin’ opps ’cause my dumb ass forgot to stretch
post outside your house first thing come out the door, gon’ get it worse
lil’ bro f_cked up in the head he trynna send shots at a he_rs_ dependin’ on how many percs i’m on whether, will i’m gon’ let ’em shoot up the church?
then go lay back in my cell and smoke ‘za out a bible verse

[verse]
my stepper christian, ‘fore we slide, he gotta read the bible first
when it’s smoke, we might kidnap your kids to hit you where it hurt
the block is hot and, b_tch, i’m hot, boy i feel like lil’ turk
stiff on a b_tch like i’m a [?] leave the turf
spent some thousands on my shoes, spent four hundred on my jeans
spent five hundred on my shirt, spent two_fifty on my socks
spent a hundred on my draws spent ten_fifty for this glock
ten at a time to whack ’em all, until they dead i never stop
ooh, i just looked down at my wrist and seen my diamonds bussin’
when i come around, they barely talk ’cause money my discussion
i can’t do no arguin’ with no b_tch, let her do all the fussin’
better watch your mouth, she make me mad, put d_ck on all her buddies
i’m in atl with lauren london, tryna get some cuddy
twenty_one, but ain’t got twenty dollars, boy, go get some money
i be hittin’ her long off a perc’, i don’t need honey
i just cut my hand and seen a fifty, b_tch, i bleed money
i be outta town kickin’ sh_t, i got bruce lee money
thought he was a robber, heard a boom, ain’t takin’ nothin’ from me
hit her from the back, face in the pillow, she just keep cummin’
soon as i blew up from out mobile, seen the beef comin’
i was backseat, ridin’ with that steel tryna bleek something
i’ma treat the stick like a keyboard when i delete something
ahem, uh, uh, these dead n_ggas f_ckin’ up my lungs
might stop f_ckin’ them project hoes, can’t be puttin’ my d_ck in no bum
uh, street n_gga out the slums
i used to survive off of crumbs
we was young and dumb
one thing focused on, redrum (redrum)
murder, that’s ten bands (that’s ten bands)
double homicide, that’s a twenty ball (twenty ball)
triple homicide, drop thirty_five, lil’ bro whack all of y’all (all of y’all)
no, he ain’t scared to slide, that boy gon’ ride, i’m dyin’ behind my dawg
five percent the whip, he couldn’t even see my face behind the fog
know you see the eyes up on this foreign, look just like a frog (like a frog)
[chrous]
everytime this sh_t get gangsta, n_ggas run straight to the ‘net
all the cappin’ in your songs won’t get your b_tch ass no respect
playin’ foul, might knock a n_gga off the court wit this new tec
caught a cramp from chasin’ opps ’cause my dumb ass forgot to stretch
post outside your house first thing come out the door, gon’ get it worse
lil’ bro f_cked up in the head he trynna send shots at a he_rs_ dependin’ on how many percs i’m on whether, will i’m gon’ let ’em shoot up the church?
then go lay back in my cell and smoke ‘za out a bible verse (bible verse)

- li rye

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