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lil fanta - pistol by my hip كلمات الأغنية

[intro: lil fanta & teddybearr]
yuh, aye
aye, aye
yo, these n-ggas ain’t ready bro
g sh-t
aye, aye, aye
aye, aye, aye, yuh
yo, these n-ggas ain’t ready bro
nope
aye, yuh, aye

[chorus: lil fanta]
keep that pistol by my hip
heavy weapons in the whip
b-tch, i empty out a clip, then i dip (yuh)
all these n-ggas talking sh-t (yuh) (aye)
all these n-ggas talking sh-t don’t know that i
keep that pistol by my hip
heavy weapons in the whip
b-tch, i empty out a clip, then i muh f-ckin dip (yuh)
all these n-ggas talking sh-t (yuh) (aye)
all these n-ggas talking sh-t don’t know that i

[verse 1: lil fanta]
keep that pistol by my uzi
thirty bullets make you woozy
run up on me then i’m shooting
bullets hot like a jacuzzi
serve yo -ss a f-cking two-piece
turn your brain into a smoothie
choppa eat you like some sushi
don’t yo -ss be actin moody (yuh)

[verse 2: teddybearr]
so many hoes, need a f-ckin file
all these n-ggas tryna steal my style
i ain’t trippin, i just let that money pile
time to put you n-ggas in the grave, thirty bands in the safe
chasing guap, running home base
lil b-tch gave me face, running from the opps with no foot trace
y’all n-ggas doubted me, all y’all n-ggas doubted me
now i’m making moves, all you n-ggas wanna ride wit me

[verse 3: lil fanta]
keep that pistol by my hip
i pull up and hit a l!ck
took that bih, she suck my d-ck
got an uzi, it got kick
k!ll a n-gga make it quick
yeah my baby super t h i c c
all you n-ggas think you sl!ck
’til i pull up wit a stick

[verse 4: teddybearr]
dat hoe want pipe for em big diamonds
all y’all n-ggas hidin
all my n-ggas ridin
all my diamonds blindin
put the mr. on my name like a f-ckin teacher
all y’all n-ggas stupid, all y’all n-ggas phonies
pull up in the 15 wit them big .40’s
p-ssy stank, i don’t f-ck wit shorty
sometimes i don’t know am i a rapper or a baker
cuz i’m makin bread
when i step up in the booth, all you n-ggas dead
that bih gave me head, i got homies reppin blue and red
he said that he’s hard, but he’s really fed
roll up on that n-gga, light him up
and smoke him like a f-ckin backwood
i was hittin l!cks, now i’m big, n-ggas want me dead in my old hood
we don’t f-ck wit fakes, they just talk cuz they know we finna blow (aye) (yuh)
cuz they know we finna blow (aye)
cuz they know we finna blow (aye)
(yuh) (cuz they know we finna blow yuh)

[chorus: lil fanta]
keep that pistol by my hip
heavy weapons in the whip
b-tch, i empty out a clip, then i dip (yuh)
all these n-ggas talking sh-t (yuh) (aye)
all these n-ggas talking sh-t don’t know that i
keep that pistol by my hip
heavy weapons in the whip
b-tch, i empty out a clip, then i muh f-ckin dip (yuh)
all these n-ggas talking sh-t (yuh) (all these n-ggas talkin sh-t) (aye)
all these n-ggas talking sh-t don’t know that i

- lil fanta

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