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lil tecca - 22* كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
oh

[chorus]
i’m on live, i can’t lie
yeah, free number nine
took my style, that’s a fine
took your b_tch, now she fine
mcdonald’s, can’t wine and dine
n_ggas tight like some ties (we love you, tecca)
b.b. simons, she say that i’m fly
but i been countin’ racks, yeah, your n_gga, yeah, he sad
f_ckin’ your b_tch, i know that he mad
i got her pregnant, oh, f_ck, i’m a dad
stealin’ my style, they callin’ me dad
boy, you a son, i know that you mad
i’m droppin’ the gas, i know that they flag
these n_ggas, they stalkin’ me like they fed

[verse]
i might just f_ck your b_tch in the bed
you sippin’ on purple, i’m sippin’ on red
[?] cowboy like a n_gga red dead
i go to cvs for the meds
b_tch, it’s classified, i feel like ned
all y’all n_ggas, y’all gon’ flex
oh my god, look at my neck
“where your chain?” n_gga, in the bank
got too many racks, i should buy a tank
your b_tch see me, impressed, she gon’ faint
don’t f_ck with these n_ggas, they all the same
your b_tch on my d_ck and she givin’ me brain
told lil’ boy, “stay in your lane”
’cause we skrrt off in that range
bro got the ar, it got range
she want me to [?] for the fame
she givin’ me neck, i don’t know her name
[?] want fame, but don’t know the pain
i got the drip, n_gga, like some rain
old n_gga gon’ fall off some rain
bro he leanin’, need a cane
i skrrt on the block, i think her name jane
i lay a n_gga like filet
she givin’ me neck, now she think she my bae
yeah, sike, b_tch
can’t get my number, gotta skype it
she givin’ me neck, she can’t get the pipe, b_tch
she say that, “you don’t care,” you right, b_tch
she say i’m the [?], i don’t write sh_t
she got me mad, she see that i’m typin’
but at the end, i don’t say sh_t
i know that she tight, we was just friends, b_tch
you can’t flex it, get a lil’ tec, b_tch
n_gga flexin’, you get hit with that tec, b_tch
flip a n_gga like a tech deck, b_tch
flat combo, can’t talk ’bout no [?] sh_t
they say that i’m different, i ain’t with that reg’ sh_t
speakin’ of f_ck sh_t, i ain’t [?], uh_huh
i see that you flexin’, i know what your [?], uh_huh
some of you n_ggas, y’all really got put on, uh_huh
[?] n0body, that’s only my mood, uh_huh
[?], i came with my shooter, uh_huh
bad b_tch at hooters, uh_huh
[?], uh_huh
now lil’ n_ggas wanna join the crew
you countin’ the green, i’m countin’ the blue
look at that, i just got the flu
and i just got one, i think i need two
went to the cashier, total $402
used a fake id, it say i’m twenty_two
it’s f_ck all you n_ggas, don’t mean to be rude
you say you want smoke, blow ’em like a juul
look at my neck, i’m really on my jewels
[?] for me
they say i’m the one, [?] right for me
you think your b_tch [?], she get [?] for me
i’m countin’ the bands, i feel like og
i stay with the splee, i stay with my team
your b_tch need me, she turnt to a fiend
i got the drip from head to feet
i got the drip from top to tee
overreactin’, you od
get out my business, you not v
look at my neck, [?] me
[chorus]
i’m on live, i can’t lie
yeah, free number nine
took my style, that’s a fine
took your b_tch, now she fine
mcdonald’s, can’t wine and dine
n_ggas tight like some ties
b.b. simons, she say that i’m fly
but i been countin’ racks, yeah, your n_gga, yeah, he sad
f_ckin’ your b_tch, i know that he mad
i got her pregnant, oh, f_ck, i’m a dad
stealin’ my style, they callin’ me dad
boy, you a son, i know that you mad
i’m droppin’ the gas, i know that they flag
these n_ggas, they stalkin’ me like they fed

- lil tecca

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