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liveraw gbt - shaq n kobe كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ishaan]

for the love of the game, b_tch kobe bryant edition n_gga
it’s a number 8 & a number 24

[verse 1: ishaan]

rit rit, lived on the craft, forrer & st. mary’s
b_tch n_ggas putting on wigs, y’all act like tyler perry
thick b_tch, fat ass coochie, she acting super boujee
she want louis v for her puppy, all her purses gucci
rit god b_tch, remember me like the titans n_gga
okc thunder on n_ggas, hit em with lightening n_gga
b_tch i need all of the cake, even the icing n_gga
you want rit rit on a feature, i’ll give you prices n_ggas
i remember trapping at citgo when i had no monеy
terrorize the clеrk at the counter, he tried to play it funny
had my n_ggas ready to score, we played em like a flee
he gave 12 a whole new n_gga, it wasn’t even me
i had goofy hoes on the gram, inviting me to slam
do her like a dodge when i ram, record it on the cam
stack big bread in the city, we gotta elevate
getting high off of this wood, i’m bouta levitate
my phones go too outrageous, it’s plays on every one
band marching straight to the opps, they banging every drum
i’m playing for heart, but this ain’t love and basketball
i just wanna pop gold bottle until my casket fall
that’s that warren sapp type of sh_t, i’m bouta tackle dog
lightskin look like rice crispy, i’ll snap and crackle y’all
having kids with my new baby, my ex like “why baby?”
lil b_tch was crying, like “that should’ve been my baby”
i’m a patriot for my city, i think i’m tom brady
3_3 in 13 seconds, i’m tracy mcgrady
cell phone striking, i’m bowling against a bag of money
should’ve got doritos, you rolling round with a bag of dummies

[interlude: l_o]

shaq n kobe….. don’t act like you don’t know me

[verse 2: detroit l_o]

fed up, bouta start smacking n_ggas in this b_tch
lucky charm money that you made off that lil flip
20/20 vision, see a n_gga from a mile away
wanna f_ck me, but i’m not like chucky with the child’s play
lrdrgbt you know we bouta blow up
a album in a day is what we make if you know
if you say you working then you know you gotta show
talking sh_t and you can catch this fade like a low cut
clerk at the citgo talking sh_t to me
ishaan snapped on his ass and let me get some sh_t for me
life is not a game of checkers, you’ll end up working at checkers
got that ems d_ck, i put yo b_tch on a stretcher
all my n_ggas survive, liveraw is the war cry
bussing with these lyrical bullets and watch time fly
dumb n_ggas with smart phones, dumb n_ggas with smart hoes
her p_ssy bout as deep as the pockets on my cargos
used to pop a wheelie, now these n_ggas pop a molly
i’m up getting to the paper but that lean got you drowzey
far behind in life, while i’m chilling up in maui
brush yo t__th, just to cook the beef like some cow meat
real raw rap for a rowdy nation, they jamming me
n_ggas taking lives over p_ssy, it’s an insanity
take control over your emotions, you n_ggas grown as f_ck
i am not dying over b_tches, i keep that heater tucked
rushing to the chicken with no patience gonna get you plucked
money come from grinding til you die, it’s no such thing in luck
hit a boston b_tch in my red sox, she call me slugger
first class, vision all air, carlton banks at the buzzer
all you n_ggas ruin the game, you break the rules and code
wrist put the time on freeze, put me in polar mode
johnny stacks name popped up, it’s money on the phone
plus a n_gga palms stay itching, i need some cortisone
rap sh_t, just like hooping, we gotta set the zone
if all you want is a conversation, please don’t call me phone
n_ggas in these videos p_ssy, and plus they songs wack
take him from his crew and his strap, and throw him off track
throw them hands up my n_gga, you ain’t a soldier, jack
real soldiers drop they gats for close combat
you n_ggas misplaced yo nuts, bro how you lose that
yo manhood fade away with this beat, i put that sh_t on black

[outro: l_o & ishaan]

- liveraw gbt

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