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lonzo da menace - not a diss كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah, frrah (wop, wop, wop)
uh, uh, uh (foenem hop out dumpin’ with that twin mag, go get back)
it’s wop (n_gga think we cliquin’ up, his sh_t splat, level this b_tch, [?])

[verse]
me and clayski in the backcourt with a strike, ten k for his life (got a ten)
how you wanna do a song with wop? you the goofy type (wop, wop)
that ain’t paper work, the police searched my phone, i post it twice (i post that sh_t twice, n_gga)
four years of my life, you shot the air, b_tch, don’t believe the hype (believe the trend)
backstage with this chop and all the hoes, you don’t own a pipe (he don’t own a what?)
broke b_tch steady wearin’ n_ggas’ clothes, wearin’ n_ggas’ ice (wearin’ what?)
straight to icu, they shot the floor once, they don’t need a pipe (ayy, take them n_ggas’ pipes, man)
we came through, they smacked the curb, them switch sh_lls make a n_gga fight (frrah, frrah, frrah)
i just f_cked a new b_tch in the city, she want raf, givenchy (what she want?)
i just checked my cousin eyes, it’s blood, every day he spinnin’ (yeah, yeah)
check his recent stories, we off drugs, tryna catch him chillin’ (uh)
twenty if you bring him to me livin’, then we k!ll the shippin’ (can’t leave no witness)
n_ggas p_ssy, n_ggas brought they mama to the trenches (brought they, huh?)
i’m the first to pull up rolls and bring a glock back to the trenches (brought back glock)
foenem hop out, k!ll ’em, that’s for that lil’ trick shot out the window
they say, “hit the stu’ and go off,” i’m out tryna catch this n_gga (grrah, grrah, n_gga)
see, these clothes, they ain’t regular clothes, they cost a dub (cost a what?)
and this sh_t inside my cup that cost a g, we call it mud (call it what?)
if i blow up, then it’s f_ck a b_tch, tryna buy my n_ggas guns (buy my n_ggas guns)
seen my n_gga sn_tch one off somebody waist, n_gga, free lil’ cuz (n_gga, free lil’ cuz)
i’m the n_gga lost a portion of they life and caught a buzz
how the f_ck you d_mn near forty with no pipe? you tryna run (takeoff)
took me three days just to find out where they at, we ain’t seen ’em since (i ain’t seen ’em, nah)
lil’ bro let that b_tch ride out in neutral, he ain’t picture this (uh)
cuz let ’bout ten shots out his nick’, they still drivin’ hit (bah, bah, bah, on foenem)
play with us, bring robert out the crib, he tell us who we hit (bring robert out)
put kings all in the mix like we won’t spin up on they sh_t
how the f_ck you turned to mexican? put tacos in your sh_t
(muchos gracias)
had to fall back from my b_tch, she think she ari, she ain’t that (uh)
at our trial date, it was two police and josh, and that’s on mac (n_gga, f_ck mac, n_gga)
everythin’ you got, i got, now ain’t no ‘flaugin’, let’s speak facts (uh)
you ain’t go trial ’cause me, we go to trial, b_tch, we get cracked (dumbass)
cut his cable, n_ggas fakin’ labels, really sound unstable (really sound)
how the f_ck you shoot from down the street? the glock back on my table (how that work?)
got a ten, gon’ backdoor your friend, that sh_t still on the table
how the f_ck is that your muscle? it’s a k.o., he ain’t save you (he snoozin’)
get for real, this n_gga a fan, ain’t tryna k!ll (what? what?)
in this strike, tryna see when he come out his sister crib (wop, wop, wop)
i wouldn’t call this sh_t a diss ’cause you won’t slide or do no drills
you got one time just to f_ck up, on my daughter, b_tch, you nailed (on my daughter, n_gga)
[outro]
foenem grave, b_tch
foenem, we been on belmont, b_tch
foenem grave, we trailin’ that car every f_ckin’ time
b_tch, on my daughter, you got one time, n_gga
you lucky you deleted your ig, n_gga
on foenem grave, we gon’ nail your b_tch_ass

- lonzo da menace

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