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lil rae - 30 deep كلمات أغنية

[verse]
we gon’ pop out on your block, we thirty deep
you want you some pounds, go’n hit lil mon up, my boy got bags for cheap
tryna step on somethin’, gon’ call my favorite smacker, baby 3
bought an ar_15, then i turned this b_tch to an arp
told the ho don’t waste my kids, she looked at me and swallowed it
freaky sh_t, be on that time, spit in her mouth, she swallowed it
come here, baby girl, you fine, i’m tryna give you all of it
i got that check, i ain’t save a dime, man, i blew through all that sh_t
ask my b_tch, i play with money, i’ma have them hitters comin’
say she feel it in her stomach, come here, why you runnin’ from it?
he dropped a diss on mе, it’s nothin’, and he ain’t shot at me, that sh_t be cap
and whеn they let me off the band, i’m in the backseat tryna clap
b70 and a g19, i promise you i’m never lackin’
ain’t no pullin’ in the front, ayy, twin, go tell them hoes to back in
if i fronted you some sh_t, don’t call my phone, you ain’t got the backend
this a two_man drill, i got the front, lil’ twin, you watch the back end (on god)
hit him with all type of different kinds, look like lil’ buddy lackin’
these n_ggas down bad on they d_ck, that’s why these n_ggas out here crashin’ (these n_ggas just be crashin’)
you got one time to show a flaw, and then you gone in like two seconds
first day out of jail, mom dukes came to my five and she had blessed me (on god)
if i dropped that forty_ball, i would’ve knocked off that boy—
trx, i come through hoggin’, i bet gsp can’t catch me
come here, put that p_ssy on me, throw it back, i bet i catch it
glock 19, it’s pretty and brown, somethin’ like my girl, this b_tch here s_xy
lil’ buddy had k!lled baby k, since then, they want it in blood
y’all had four years to come k!ll me, n_gga, was posted up inside our hood (blaow, blaow, blaow)
takin’ pictures on the block not gangster, get that understood (brraow)
make sure the drac’ don’t burn my hand off, i put the tape around the wood
i still done spint with the stars in the roof, lil’ twin ‘nem in a urus
if i show you my bank, you probably’ll cry, you look at yours
go pull a hundred out the bank and tell ’em put it on the floor (put that sh_t on the floor)
he ain’t touched a twenty_ball, lil’ bruh, you’re poor
redeye, i come through smashin’, freak b_tch, she like it nasty
she get wild in the sheets, but out in public, she classy
a lot of these lil’ n_ggas undercover, yeah, they sassy
slim in the waist, cute in the face, can’t lie, i got a baddie
rick owens with the big shoelaces, these are not no lanvins
he talkin’ ’bout what he had three years ago, that’s in the past tense (what do you got now?)
hop out, face shot, leave a n_gga stankin’, smell like some bad fish (oh my god)
i’ma, i’ma, i’ma come through bm_dub, i’m with some bad sh_t (godd_mn, haha)
[outro]
ycoe
keep goin’, ycoe
ycoe (that’s on god, n_gga)
huh

- lil rae

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