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luvrello – activist كلمات اغاني

[intro]
[?]…and sometimes it haunts me
the best thing that’s ever happened to me is sitting there…[?]

[verse]
why these n_ggas wanna talk sh_t, leave me alone
and i got that glock, b_tch, right at yo’ dome
i ain’t tryna talk shawty, what you on? (i ain’t tryna talk shawty, what you on?)
i’m just tryna f_ck, b_tch don’t call my phone (i’m just tryna f_ck, b_tch don’t call my phone)
i be smoking on that gas, b_tch i’m in my zone
i’m rocking that louis, givenchy and prada, told my shawty “girl you can get what you want”
i walk in the party, all the hoes on me, they like how i smell, they like my cologne
he play with my gang now he gotta die, send that boy to h_ll, now he on his own
you b_tches bе l, shawty did me wrong
don’t know how to feel so i make a song
like, why this pain won’t go away?
shawty said shе wanna fall in love, but i never cared anyway
my soul can’t take no more, told this shawty “can you be my escape?”
i do not wanna be on my own, got this hoe and i’m flying outta state
shawty bad but she p_ssing me off, tryna say everything is my fault
these n_ggas hate me, don’t know why at all
and i got that glock, just give me the call
move, get out my way
she got me tight, f_ck up out my face
sipping on pint, b_tch i love the taste
and i’m tryna get rich, got no time to waste
i said “i can’t fall down” (i can’t fall down)
girl you’ll never feel my pain, got me looking like a clown
they wanna k!ll me, why? i don’t know, can’t die right now
he want the smoke, choppa got the rounds
pull up on that boy, leave him on the ground
i’m selling that pack, bro just bought a pound
real ass n_gga trappin’ 9_5
i be outside coolin’ with my stick
smoking on gas, this sh_t got me high
i’m in yo’ crib f_cking on yo’ b_tch
he wanna fight, n_gga we can hit
i still got money counting when i sit
i got the bad b_tches poppin’ tits
but go get some racks n_gga, that ain’t sh_t
[outro]
why these n_ggas wanna talk sh_t, leave me alone
and i got that glock, b_tch, right at yo’ dome
i ain’t tryna talk shawty, what you on? (i ain’t tryna talk shawty, what you on?)
i’m just tryna f_ck, b_tch don’t call my phone (i’m just tryna f_ck, b_tch don’t call my phone)

- luvrello

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