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lil 86, atn nay & drexxxii - title sequence كلمات أغنية

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[intro]
hehehahahaha
what’s up with you, lil 43?
mom, phineas and ferb are making a title sequence

[verse: lil 86, atn nay, & both]
me and my n_gga like phinny and ferb
talkin’ hot, you get put in the dirt
if i catch that boy lackin’, he bitin’ the curb
try to run, you know dre gon’ reverse
rappin’ this sh_t and they lovin’ my melody (melodies)
i ain’t hearin’ what no n_gga tellin’ me
run up on me, i’m committin’ a felony
if he send seven, then i’m sendin’ seventy
when i’m on the block, you know sh_t gon’ get hectic
two twin glocks, man, i shoot ambidextrous
pass it to bro, i need the wesson
feel like the woo (woo), n_ggas know i be flexin’
stackin’ these digits, checks lookin’ dyslexic
man, it’s christian dior when i’m steppin’
big atn, w_what i’m reppin’i’ma shoot first, he get hit in a second
n_ggas know that i stay with a bad ho
i ain’t even in my bag though
this choppa turn him to a shadow (shadow)
i’m makin’ moves, you just stick to the bag bro
get to the money like i’m doin’ day trade
but i can’t do nine_to_five
spin the opp block, man, i feel like a beyblade
if you see me, get ready to die
got a white b_tch, lookin’ like mrs. cabanas
stop playin’, you know who the man is
lil’ foreign b_tch, no she don’t understand this
but she gon’ make me bust like she candace
hittin’ the block, gon’ explore her like dora
ain’t talkin’ perry, we hit his fedora
water on me, fe_feelin’ like kora
i took ya’ b_tch, ’cause she lovin’ my aura
if i see a opp, it’s a battle
ain’t no ping pong, i keep me a paddle
i got his b_tch in a straddle
and she ridin’ me, don’t need a saddle
b_tch, i’m on go, got me feelin’ like sdot
got a thot and she givin’ the best top
bl!ck make ’em halt, like a rest stop
i’m never scared, i’ll shoot at the best cop
you thought i was feelin’ you? (nah)
that b_tch is a bop
she givin’ me top, then i hit up her mom
and if she try to line me, i’m bringin’ a bomb
finna be an explosion, i got the motion
red in the cup, this sh_t look like a potion
i keep a trident, not in the ocean
43 shots, now that boy on some ghost sh_t (ghost sh_t)
shoot it like brunson, aim better than randle
i’m always grippin’ on the handle
it could get lit like a candle
blood on the wall, b_tch, i feel like a vandal
catch a body, then i swerve away
’cause i ain’t ever gave a f_ck
don’t lack, ’cause you cannot escape
if he trip when he run, he get put in the trunk

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