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luh tyler - rapper of the year كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah
ayy
shh, shh, shh
yeah, yeah, ayy
n_gga

[chorus]
i ain’t never wrote a song, no, i don’t need no pad or pen
they say i’m rapper of the year, i got them n_ggas mad again
b_tch, the grind don’t ever stop, every day we gettin’ it in
n_ggas love to rap ’bout opps, i’m finna tell ’em bout them bands
every time i hit the road, i come back with at least a ten
if you wake up tryna get some dough, then you know what i’m sayin’
they be hatin’ on the kid like hoes, them n_ggas really fans
man, this sh_t i just made from this show can’t fit inside my pants

[verse 1]
early mornin’, woke up to a check, just make me do my dance
jump on the mic and go dumb on the beat, that sh_t don’t make no sense
i want that bread, but y’all can keep the beef, that sh_t don’t make no bands
i’m in the booth, i’m in here droppin’ heat, like b_tch, go get the fan
hold on, let me throw my shades on, now i’m in that mode
he weren’t tryna get no money early, now that boy too old
why these haters worry ’bout the kid, b_tch go touch your nose
when they see me go and drop that pendant, i might make it snow
see the kid done turned into a star, it’s my time to shine
n_gga, we ain’t even get not sleep, we been too busy on the grind
i go crazy on the beat, they be like “where you get your lines”
my b_tch bad, i love the way she look at me, she know she fine
[chorus]
i ain’t never wrote a song, no, i don’t need no pad or pen
they say i’m rapper of the year, i got them n_ggas mad again
b_tch, the grind don’t ever stop, every day we gettin’ it in
n_ggas love to rap ’bout opps, i’m finna tell ’em bout them bands
every time i hit the road, i come back with at least a ten
if you wake up tryna get some dough, then you know what i’m sayin’
they be hatin’ on the kid like hoes, them n_ggas really fans
man, this sh_t i just made from this show can’t fit inside my pants

[verse 2]
i feel like i’m heaven sent, but b_tch, i gotta give ’em h_ll
all them b_tches that ain’t let me hit back then, they on my trail
n_ggas tryna come around because this cake, b_tch, i can tell
n_gga, we put gas up in the sky, that’s mary jane you smell (that’s that gas)

[outro]
yeah
shh, shh, skee

- luh tyler

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