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li rye - dat n**** كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
huh huh, big 26 sh_t, you feel me
i’m high, i’ll throw fours up anywhere, i don’t give a f_ck where i’m at, n_gga
uh

[chorus]
i spent three bands on a fit and never wore that sh_t again
i spent too much up on some sh_t that was too big and gave it to my mans
eleven hundred on a jacket i couldn’t wear
b_tch, you know i’m out that south and i throw fours up in the air
all up in your city

[verse]
p_ssy claim he gangster, gotta come and show me that you with it
shoot you and your daddy in the face, b_tch, i don’t show no pity
walk down, leave ’em sh_tty
i spinned with smith ’cause i ain’t have no glizzy
real street n_gga, i don’t give a f_ck about no image
they act when i spin ’cause i pull up shooting sh_t just like a scrimmage
n_gga tried to come through spinning in a rental, turned that b_tch to a lemon
i’m on at least like seven percs a day, i ain’t got no limit
everybody in that south, they ’bout it, ’bout it like we the new no limit
catch ’em in traffic tryna ride in that redeye and turned it to a hemi
every gun i clutch go rrah, we don’t clutch no semis
b_tch, we got plenty switches and plenty more ammunition
these glizzies leave n_ggas twitching
push the b_tton, this b_tch start to glitching
on these percs, got my body itching
money got my hand doing the same thang
see me in traffic, bet i make your p_ssy ass change lanes
this arp gon’ clip your head and rearrange your brain
still the same li rye, ain’t used to have a dollar, b_tch, i won’t never change
i won’t never change up on the gang
riding with mopsticks tryna leave a stain
b_tch, i bought everything you got
stupid ho, you better never complain
and i spent seventy_five thousand on my jewelry, but i ain’t buy the chain
my daddy said, “if you gon’ be a real p, get a pinky ring”
gave that lil’ b_tch half of my perc’, she ate my dang_a_lang
just listen to it, you can hear my chains, ain’t no boojangalang
ain’t gotta throw no salt, the f_ck b_tch, i won’t say a n_gga name
we got army guns, i’m dropping bags just to bring major pain
b_tch, yeah, i’m rich and i’m boring, come and entertain me
just left miami, but when i’m in your city, i still bring it
rod, that’s my heart and he gon’ bang for me
been a real n_gga since birth, won’t never let my brother go and sit in chains for me
i do my time just like a man with my right hand on the bible
looked the judge right in his eyes and still lie on the stand
my mama raised a real n_gga
i ain’t running from n0body, gon’ have to k!ll me where i stand
and if i ever get the chance, i’m whacking you and your lil’ man
so much fire come out the chopper, this lil’ b_tch gave me a tan
i’m tryna ship ‘bows in the mail, but still smell it through the saran
for all my n_ggas in the cell, i spend my last to free the clan
so many n_ggas hate that i’m the man ’cause i came up in this b_tch and took it all
so if i k!ll all your partners and we get on your ass, who you gon’ call?
’cause you know it ain’t they dead ass
pop that bl!ck with your scared ass
when i’m mad, i blackout, when i see an opp, my sh_t get red fast
remember i shed tears cause we had a drop
and couldn’t get ’em, go ask red
they know that i aim for the head
in front of rod, i left a n_gga dead
and lawrence too
they know they big brother quick to hop out and shoot
popping these percocets by the daily, washing it down with you
lately i just been patiently waiting, they let my k!llers loose
i mean, ’til they let my drillers loose
the smoke i’m in so thick, ‘fore he beef with us, k!ll his self with a noose
got real banana clips, this b_tch long as the antlers on a moose
he seen this sh_t get real, now he calling my phone talkin’ ’bout copping deuces
he don’t wanna do it
how you clutching everyday, when sh_t get real you don’t wanna shoot it?
i’m on four percs and three addies, b_tch, you know i’m booted
she too freak, i cut her off, this lil’ ho mad that i won’t f_cking use her
[chorus]
i spent three bands on a fit and never wore that sh_t again
i spent too much up on some sh_t that was too big and gave it to my mans
eleven hundred on a jacket i couldn’t wear
b_tch, you know i’m out that south and i throw fours up in the air
all up in your city

- li rye

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