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lyle gotti - i'm really that كلمات الأغنية

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chorus:
i’m tryna run up the sco’ run up some mo’ run me the front and the backend
bag up the dope go hit the road money callin’ when the pack in
water i dove i’m feelin’ chose hopped off the porch started trappin’
kickin’ in doors sellin’ ‘dem bows see i’m really that i ain’t cappin’
slept on the flo’ baggin’ up dro in my heart it made a savage
my neck full of gold my wrist fully froze i got it off of transactions
heard that it’s smoke my hittaz sn_tch souls everytime they get active
jump out wit poles my foot on they throat see i’m really that i ain’t uh!

vеrse:
hopped off the porch turnеd to a man
i had the gas the molly the tan
drop off the green pick up the bandz
ion’ do fronts need it all in advance
twenty nine hunnid boy pull up and sco’
twenty a bow and it’s thirty for snow
when it get hot we post up at the sto
won’t let us in we gon’ kick in the door
i’m really that and i’m poppin’ my sh_t
feelin’ myself tell ’em suck my d_ck
on one today jus’ peep at the wrist
drippin’ a little jus’ look at the fit
louis the belt true religion the jacket
two pistols tucked under the fashion
huntin’ for paper ain’t lookin’ for static
think i’m a l!ck i’ma let a b_tch have it
play wit yo’ kids fore you play wit the kid
i’m the same kid that’ll pop at your wig
i was sixteen wit a pack and a sig
applyin’ that pressure ain’t comin’ wit mid
listen to my words this sh_t ain’t pretend
stare in my eyes look through my lense
the life that i’m livin’ its death or the pen
this what it is when you want a new benz
grab a pound break it down and go deal it
you want enough i’ma wrap it and seal it
load up the glock i’ma tuck and conceal it
f_ck around and i’ma make sure you feel it
point out the spot and my patnas go hit it
give me sum work guarantee i’m gon’ flip it
get to the profit we count up then split it
see i’m really that since a jit i been wit’ it
chorus:
i’m tryna run up the sco’ run up some mo’ run me the front and the backend
bag up the dope go hit the road money callin’ when the pack in
water i dove i’m feelin’ chose hopped off the porch started trappin’
kickin’ in doors sellin’ ‘dem bows see i’m really that i ain’t cappin’
slept on the flo’ baggin’ up dro in my heart it made a savage
my neck full of gold my wrist fully froze i got it off of transactions
heard that it’s smoke my hittaz sn_tch souls everytime they get active
jump out wit poles my foot on they throat see i’m really that i ain’t uh!

- lyle gotti

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