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lil yungeen – ahh ha كلمات اغاني

[intro: lil yungeen, yxng bl__dy, & l baby]
just in case the police listenin’, know what i’m sayin’? (high_speed music, haha)
savage, slide, slide, slide (man, what?)

[chorus: lil yungeen]
don’t respond to sh_t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f_ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f_ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p_ssy, b_tch, b_tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh_t, they some p_ssys

[verse: l baby]
we been slidin’ through they blocks and they don’t know we have
buddy ass got shot and we ain’t claim it, but i can show his ass (brrah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
n_ggas actin’ like they really like that since my brodie died (drilly)
just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass (p_ssy)
i told drilly to leave that b_tch alone, she post on onlyfans (yeah, eater)
catch ’em at apartments they be in ’cause that’s our only chance (brrah)
they don’t be outside like you think they ass be on the ‘gram (on gang)
they actin’ so gangster on the gram but when slide they p_ssy
old opps f_ckin’ with my new opps (brr), oh, man (brrah)
that sh_t merched, we been through there, that sh_t like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt)
my brother dre just got k!lled and i been slow since (gang, gang, gang)
but we got back on they ass, i bet they know this (brrah)
and, on bro, i’m speakin’ facts, this ain’t no diss (this ain’t no diss)
keep the police out my business, we don’t post sh_t (we don’t post sh_t)
trigger happy, i be with bro’nem and we on 23 (‘wop, ‘wop)
they like, “baby, his ass a singer, he won’t smoke sh_t” (yeah, yeah)
you can believe whatever you want, i got your folks hit (ah, ha)

[chorus: lil yungeen]
don’t respond to sh_t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f_ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f_ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p_ssy, b_tch, b_tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh_t, they some p_ssys

[verse 2: lil yungeen]
“you talkin’ ’bout me in “president of the hood”?” and i’m like, “yes” (yes)
if you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge
but i know you can’t cause where ya gun at?
you need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (b_tch)
i seen n_ggas really k!llin’ sh_t, post sh_t on instagram (p_ssy)
you doin’ that, you might as well go to court and say you k!lled the man
i don’t claim n_ggas who be with opps, i try to reel ’em in (grrah)
the trenches like a sport, you grab that ball and turn a k!ller, man (p_ssy)
switches on me, all face shots, we changin’ dental plans (brrah)
all fast cars, make it skrrt, we don’t do rental vans (skrrt)
i can have your homie set you up, his ass a middleman
jumpin’ over bodies when them boys say, “hit the switch”
n_ggas dip, who you think around the corner? it’s a drill (it’s a drill)
all these blues on me, man, they thought i had a deal
i’m from the six, we don’t do no drive_bys
walk up, it’s a hit, f_ck who you with
we gon’ pull up bangin’, all my n_ggas gang and keep a bl!ck
smokin’ on that stankin’, man, that sh_t get dangerous
draco, ain’t no aimin’, all my k!llers anxious
like, “who is him?” you don’t think the n_gga safe, he lose a limb (he lose a limb)
fifty thousand for the chain, half of that’ll get you hit (it’ll get you hit)
oh, sh_t, caught that boy dissin’ lil marco, now he dead
yeah we play for keeps
yo homie dead so we smokin’ him (ah,ha)

[chorus: lil yungeen]
don’t respond to sh_t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f_ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f_ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p_ssy, b_tch, b_tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh_t, they some p_ssys

[verse 3: yxng bl__dy]
i let it off, i keep my bl!ck, i set it off up in this b_tch
i seen it all, been in this sh_t since a lil’ youngin, since a jit
he said it all, i heard that boy, he rat, i heard that boy a snitch
i bet it all, i bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (brrah)
a hundred fl!cks, that’s a hundred shots, look like we takin’ pics
took memo a trip, he just start shootin’, i told him, “get a grip” (get a grip)
these n_ggas scared
these n_ggas hoes, you know, i know
he think he sl!ck, i know he told
i’m on the road, still tottin’ pole (huh?)
my gun be hot, your sh_t be cold (boom, boom)
if you get caught, you better not fold
he had a case, his bond on hold (d_mn)
he still locked up, it’s takin’ long (uh_huh)
she wanna know when he comin’ home (d_mn, d_mn)
see, sh_t it’ll get real, you ever been on a drill? (huh?)
when no one you shot got k!lled? i’m just keepin’ it real (d_mn)
have you ever been in the car with your homie who don’t got the wheel? (d_mn, d_mn)
he can’t slide, he need him a pill
that n_gga need some help
with the gang n_gga look at us
doin’ all that hidin’ u still gon’ get hit

[chorus: lil yungeen]
don’t respond to sh_t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f_ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f_ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p_ssy, b_tch, b_tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh_t, they some p_ssys

[verse 4: lil yungeen]
that’s your mans you tryna uplift
but when it’s war time, n_ggas ain’t gon’ do sh_t (nah, nah)
them n_ggas ain’t slidin’ no more (nah)
the opps outside, man, them n_ggas ain’t hidin’ no more (what?)
well, i guess we ain’t the guys no more (d_mn)
when you see a n_gga k!lled your brother, you don’t ask, just blow (boom, boom)
when the f_ck we start givin’ passes though? (d_mn)
he a b_tch, it is what it is
and if you don’t wanna shoot just pass it, bro
f_ck y’all wearing them masks for? (huh, what?)
n_ggas got guns, but they ain’t gon’ blow (huh? yeah)
i’m a real n_gga for life and i ain’t tryna risk my life like yeah, yeah (let’s get it)
lambo’ dark and it still tints
money on the lawyer and i’m still rich (still rich)
i fell off once and i’m still lit (still lit)
voice of the streets, it’s real sh_t (real sh_t)
i did a lil’ time and i ain’t tell sh_t
lost pounds in the mail, they ain’t mail sh_t
i’m in school with a kel_tec (with a kel_tec)
i love my brother for life (life), he lost his life to the streets (streets)
how you get blocks and you ain’t k!ll sh_t?
how you run blocks? you ain’t k!ll yet (k!ll yet)
foenem screamin’, “getback” (gang)
you know i’m with that (uh)
i ain’t tryna squash no beef, n_gga (squash no beef, n_gga)
we into it ’til you die, real street n_gga (real street n_gga)
at yo’ funeral, i might just slide, rest in pee, n_gga (rest in pee, n_gga)
shoot up everybody that’s outside
bet draco feel this one (boom_boom, boom_boom)
i got clips like mel gibson (yeah)
all full, with none empty (grrah, grrah)
i know n_ggas scared to come around when i pop out outside (i know it)
i done gave n_ggas whole head starts (what?), and still i hawked ’em down (boom, boom)
that sh_t crazy (d_mn)
kb was doin’ all that woofin’ and he ain’t even make it (d_mn)
fred got shot in the party, started harlem shakin’ (d_mn, d_mn, d_mn)
if the pigs keep tweakin’, i’ma start fryin’ bacon (boom, boom)
the difference between me and you, is you be askin’, i be takin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom_boom_boom_boom)
we was catchin’ murders way back then, that’s when the macs was in
hate they ass so much, we dig ’em up and tell ’em “die again”
i can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in

[chorus: lil yungeen]

don’t respond to sh_t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f_ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f_ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p_ssy, b_tch, b_tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh_t, they some p_ssys

- lil yungeen

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