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lns masu - you.know.i.had.to.do.it كلمات الأغنية

lemme start off by sayin you a f-ck boy wanna be
claimin i ain’t flexing i ain’t got a f-ckin rollie
that might be true but my gl-sses are versace
seein that you fake you claimin your sh-t is the hottest

wrist rockin burberry
belt is ferragamo
might cop me some louis
you stuck in a pothole

claimin that my sh-t is sounding trash
you say it’s awful
look into the mirror n-gga
tell me that i’m not wrong

sellin all the perkys
bussin off a xanax
stealin all my lyrics
you say that you made it

that sh-t plagiarism
dumb-ss check my status
pluggin off of itunes
spotify i’m flexin

check me out on youtube
lns goblins
shawty say i’m best and
rockin on my robins

you a little broke boy
you just out here flexin
claimin that i ain’t sh-t
say it to my face then

lookin like a low cl-ss
logic eminem -ss
my b-tches are dumb bad
take it in your own -ss

you a little g-y boy
cryin for your hoe back
cuz i might just steal her
she know that i tote tags

b-tch you lookin sleezy
think it’s kinda easy
you can’t even top me
you can’t even diss me

all my n-ggas true fans
you got no supportin
i might end your rap track
are you even worth it

b-tch you hit me up first
b-tch you in the gutters
i might catch you lackin
i might catch you slumpin

n-gga you ain’t nothin
i ain’t see you front
totin on my glock better
get a f-ckin cover

i dont f-ck with beefin
but your -ss was dissin
imma get to heatin
find a pot to p-ss in

imma catch you lackin
leave you in the back an
hit you with the shotty
then i tell her throw it back and

really drippin fiji
you ain’t drippin nothin
sippin on my lean lean
wokin off i’m bussin

catch your -ss in public
better get to runnin
bullets get to dumpin
gang it get to huntin

goofy -ss n-gga tryina be like me
and i find it really funny you can’t hit like me
you can’t spit like me you can’t breathe like me
lay you down up in your grave you tryina lead like me

i be winnin the race
earndhart in my vains
driftin like its nascar
get your goofy -ss face

out my f-ckin dm’s
you a d-mn disgrace
know you tryina beat them
but my homies gon lay

b-tch i got a better flow
you can’t flow if it was for
savin your d-mn life
same with all your f-ckin bros

b-tch your gang ain’t sh-t
rather call it a clique
you a d-ck ridin f-cka
you ain’t droppin no hits

i be poppin that glock off
think you got that sh-t wrong
you say that you made it
you a copy cat how

many more times
should i tell you that you ain’t hot
throw you in the back seat
hit you with the sawed off

smoke gas like a jewish
n-gga you so foolish
hit you with a full clip
you ain’t even provin

you ain’t even showin
you ain’t even blowin
sayin that you’d make it in the
game but you ain’t gloin

ridin in a nissan
you ride in a taurus
big box motor
tires get to smokin

you ain’t smokin nothin
i just think you bluffin
hit you call of duty
it’s a one to nothin

hopin that you od
i’ll hit you with a needle
i don’t see you smokin
reggie in your reefer

pistol in the party
but i ain’t gon see you
yo -ss not invited
you can’t even get through

n-gga f-ck you
imma hit you with a slug too
stealin all my lyrics
shoot you down like world war 2

bedroom studio
i don’t care cuz imma make a hit
quit actin like you better
cuz you really ain’t that different

recordin on your phone
i got my at2020 b-tch
prolly talk to feds i better watch
before you f-ckin snitch

you lowkey like my music
that is quite amusing
you wanna make a track
but i think that you might ruin it

you claim that you tote tags
you ain’t buyin nothin
i bought me a new grill
so me t–th are shinin

your music is borin
got me f-ckin snorin
my b-tch got the t-tty tats
your b-tch fat as f-ck man

ridin in a foreign
sticky weed smokin
hit another l!ck and then i
put you in a coffin

ride with escobario
while we f-ckin bumpin
bimmer finna sh-t tail
put you in the oven

there ain’t no discussion
last n-gga standin
ebg its lns
that sh-t is for life man

slumpin off a xan pill
backsweat swervin
bear is packin up the heat
nackey fill you up with

bullet they some hollow tips
dolph he leave you leakin
skrtin out the dealership
all my brothers peakin

you really gotta stop
i put you on the song
already fallin off
reconsider what you’ve done

hit you like i’m nick cruz
ar15 got the tool
columbine i hit you
medula finna split you

lookin like your 12 boy
i play with the big toys
you ain’t makin money but i
got the work like i’m employed

“asap andy”
f-ck yung spidey
say that he bodied
put him on the project

he really tryina prove it
he really lookin stupid
he straight up disrespectin
you know i had to do it

“asap andy”
f-ck yung spidey
say that he bodied
put him on the project

he really tryina prove it
he really lookin stupid
he straight up disrespectin
you know i had to do it

- lns masu

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