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lil l.a. marz – near miss (intro) كلمات اغاني

lil l.a. marz _ near miss (intro)
lyrics

intro:
what, ouu, what (beep)
slatt, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
what, ouu, what, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
(l.a., who the f_ck?)
ouu (what?)
beep (slatt!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
l.a., l.a., l.a., aye (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
yah!
ouu (what?)
beep (slatt!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
yah! (yuh)

pre_chorus:
pull up, hop out and almost get k!lled
dodgin’ sh_t like b_lls in the gym
are you alright, like how you feel?
b_tch, i’m fine, but where you been?
nevermind that, n0body care for that sh_t
only care ‘bout, is the guns on my hip
not gon’ stand around, lookin’ scared as a b_tch
close call sh_t, boutta run outta sticks
chorus:
ouu, yeah, huh, near miss (what, ouu, what, what) (yeah!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (beep!)
huh, yeah, ouu, near miss (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (yeah!)
might gon’ have to tell yo bro to get his gear fixed (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (on god)
try and hit me again
ouu, yuh, near miss what, ouu, what, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
(yah)

verse:
two plus seven it’s out like the sun
exposed from heat, you better run (let’s go!)
shoot on sight, yo life is done
over, fineto, you know what (yeah)
what’s the problem? i got none
it’s just you just actin’ tough
n_gga soft like charmin’ tissue, is you weird, the f_ck? (what?) (martini got the acid, n_gga!)
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
that’s how many shots that’ll be aimed at yo leggings (yeah)
said that sh_t cuz you actin’ like a b_tch
gun turned lesbian, kiss my wesson
that n_gga switchin’ the bullet and sh_t (yeah)
take his head off, now he crooked as sh_t
where i’m i at? now they clueless for real
don’t know how i’m doin’ this sh_t (yeah)
better realize, this is suicide when you pull up on me, ouu (yeah)
f_ck yo d_ck size, this is shootin’ time, watch yo mouth around me, yeah (yeah)
too excited for talkin’ sh_t, put yo d_ck away, you a freak, yeah (uh!)
he a rat, n_gga started small, sh_t, he a mouse with the cheese, yeah (yeah, yeah!)
stop, gotta be the one to tell you stop it (uh)
i’m boutta ready_set_go to yo n_gga crib, finna end up on fox 6
not fox 5, this some milwaukee sh_t, we murk n_ggas cuz y’all like to talk sh_t
only way you gon’ be seen on tv, if i’m gon’ make you the main topic, let’s get poppin’ (yeah, yeah)
pre_chorus:
pull up, hop out and almost get k!lled
dodgin’ sh_t like b_lls in the gym
are you alright, like how you feel?
b_tch, i’m fine, but where you been?
nevermind that, n0body care for that sh_t
only care ‘bout, is the guns on my hip
not gon’ stand around, lookin’ scared as a b_tch
close call sh_t, boutta run outta sticks

chorus:
ouu, yeah, huh, near miss (what, ouu, what, what) (yeah!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (beep!)
huh, yeah, ouu, near miss (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (yeah!)
might gon’ have to tell yo bro to get his gear fixed (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!) (on god)
try and hit me again
ouu, yuh, near miss what, ouu, what, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
(yah)

verse 2:
roddy ricch sh_t, put the gun in the box (martini got the acid, n_gga!)
can’t hide it in my sock, you’ll see it on the spot (yeah!)
just like the store, i got it on lock
cuz you a fake, you is a bot
all of deez n_ggas be workin’ for opps
n_ggas be hoes, they be suckin’ on c_ck
whole face purple, look like they sip wok
deez n_ggas be corny, so they gon’ be popped (yeah!)
hard as sh_t too, please don’t make a fit, boo (yeah!)
said, “i miss you”, lemme bust my d_ck through (ok!)
she want drip too, dior is the fit, ouu (woo!)
she ain’t gettin’ sh_t, until i bust some kids through (yeah!)
miss me, miss me, now you gotta kiss me, not me, kiss my gun with the red beam
silly, silly, n_gga tryna k!ll me, wrong choice of moves, you get the bl!cky (let’s go!)
why is you blinkin’? just in case, you gon’ drown in yo blood and start to sinkin’
now i’m thinkin’ that’s just what’s gon’ happen, i’ll get my choppa singin’
d_mn, look at that, all of the blood
d_mn, that sh_t all over the rug (d_mn)
d_mn, like a b_tch finished a serious period, last day, the end of the month (woo, woo!) (d_mn)
whole lotta red, for real (uh!) (d_mn)
like that playboi carti sh_t but you’d be dead for real (d_mn)
you get checked for real (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
pre_chorus:
pull up, hop out and almost get k!lled
dodgin’ sh_t like b_lls in the gym
are you alright, like how you feel?
b_tch, i’m fine, but where you been?
nevermind that, n0body care for that sh_t
only care ‘bout, is the guns on my hip
not gon’ stand around, lookin’ scared as a b_tch
close call sh_t, boutta run outta sticks

outro:
what, ouu, what, what (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
(yeah, l.a., went hard with this one.)
ouu (what?)
beep (slatt!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
l.a., l.a., l.a., aye (what, ouu, what, what) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)
yah!
ouu (what?)
beep (slatt!) (bah, bah, bah, bah!)

- lil l a marz

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