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lil l.a. marz - uh nah كلمات الأغنية

lil l.a. marz _ uh nah (feat. brylean)
lyrics

verse: (brylean, lil l.a. marz)
(uh uh uh)
come here baby just give me that throat
eatin’ my kids, dat b_tch suckin’ on souls
(uh uh uh)
my shooter keep a glizzy, i don’t need to tote
make a n_gga dance, i’m might shoot em at his toes
(uh uh uh)
don’t play me, that’s a bullet to your skull
don’t make a sound, not a peep, not a bow
(uh uh uh)
you must have forgot who i was?
f_ck dat, he didn’t, don’t try us

verse 2: (brylean)
same dude who will press you, got no issue
dress up in a suit, gotta look good for your funeral
hop in a all black bentley coupe
ain’t no rental, i don’t know who was telling you
got your girl screaming out like ouu (ouu, ouu, ouu)
uh uh
hold up let me take it back
i know a pimp, drive a cadillac
he taught mе the ways and now i got all girls in my whip, i got it like that
the rich only hang with thе rich, that’s why i stay with my boy benjamin
sliding on the beat, so my new nickname must be be jetski
sike, i just go by brylean
no i do not drink no lean but the name is kind of catchy
can’t catch me lacking
swear all these dudes around me are my lackies
oop my bad, your girl seems to be lacking her pantalones (ah ah)
uh uh uh
i don’t care if a person don’t like me
my bills getting paid and my neck is icy
girl so thick, like the bottom of an icee
slide down the block drinking fruit punch hi_c
car so foreign it look like acid
unlocked my brain, no limits on me g
punch a dude in his t__th, now he shark t__th
hit that girl from the back, now she hurting
eat on my d_ck, that’s a 5 course meal g
i’m a booty bandit, in her booty like a g_string
stab a n_gga in the chest with a katana so a n_gga feel like he is bruce lee
how you gonna talk sh_t but yo breath smell like you ain’t brush your t__th in some weeks?
verse 3: (lil l.a. marz)
pull up on you, b_tch lemme get to shootin’
like apex, go higher wit dat glock, i roofed it
den post at yo ear, dat sh_t hurt worse den q_tips
i made yo grave early, i’m not lettin’ you live
she said why you lumpy as f_ck, i got 2 d_cks
b_tch touched da wrong one, like da flute she still blew it
i give her da nurps and she muhf_ckin’ lose it
play soft on yo b_tch like guitar dats acoustic
psych i play ruthless
up in dat p_ssy i split it in half
n_ggas be startin’ dat petty sh_t, sucks to be you cuz you don’t get no ass
don’t think you ready for sh_t, nah, you ain’t even close, i don’t f_ck wit no caps
you da type n_gga to send me few pics of yo tool, you gon end wit closed captions
y’all n_ggas better get dashin’, uh
can’t hide, we still attackin’, uh
k!llin’ deez n_ggas my passion, uh
cut throat for my tactic, uh
breath need help, take tic tacs, uh
talkin’ bout you, think you missed dat, uh
stank h_lla strong like sinbad, uh
don’t know how you’ll ever get a b_tch back, uh

verse 4: (brylean)
shot an opp, shot an opp, yeah he dead, 10_4
hollup, hollup, my ex calling me? she get the dial tone
n_ggas see me, n_gga see me, he calling, 911
beat a n_gga up, beat a n_gga up cause he in the 314
how you broke ? how you broke? if you work an 8_4
if his girl come my way, she about to be blowing, trombone
[outro:]
(alright man, turn this sh_t off, i can literally do this all day)

- lil l a marz

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