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maf teeski - kriss vecc كلمات أغنية

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[intro]
(this sh_t gon’ be crazy, jacc)

[chorus: maf teeski]
keep on dumpin’ and dumpin’, rapid fire, it’s a switch up on this b_tch
i’m comin’ vs1, yeah, my sh_t bust, don’t need no camera tricks
spinnin’ in a hot car with some savages who’ll take your sh_t (hot car, hot car)
rookie_ass lil’ boy thought it was clean, sike, i served him hit (ha)
remember i was f_cked up, down bad, well, n_gga, now i’m rich
might walk into the louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (b_tch, i’m fly)
she turned to me like, “teeski, you got your gun?” why you askin’ stupid sh_t?
yeah, we pull on his sh_t, put up forty or better with my brand_new kriss vec’

[verse: 1 maf teeski]
d1 crash out, i’m tryna wreck
i went to johnny dang, aimed for his top, but i hit him in his chest
he coughin’ blood up, he mad as h_ll, i hit him in his neck
no man above us, make sure you pray and god gon’ do the rеst
i got money, i got clothes, i got hoes, thеy all on d_ck (they all on d_ck)
i got lean, i got weed, i got an eater who named lex
take his kit without no gun, this ain’t checkers, b_tch, this chess (i need that)
grab my mask and load my gun, jump in my strike, you know the rest (murder)

[chorus: maf teeski & bak jay]
keep on dumpin’ and dumpin’, rapid fire, it’s a switch up on this b_tch
i’m comin’ vs1, yeah, my sh_t bust, don’t need no camera tricks
spinnin’ in a hot car with some savages who’ll take your sh_t (hot car, hot car)
rookie_ass lil’ boy thought it was clean, sike, i served him hit (ha)
remember i was f_cked up, down bad, well, n_gga, now i’m rich
might walk into the louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (b_tch, i’m fly)
she turned to me like, “teeski you got your gun?” why you askin’ stupid sh_t?
yeah, we pull on his sh_t, put up forty or better with my brand_new kriss vec’ (woo)
[verse 2: bak jay]
brand_new kriss vec’, probably slimed for it
i could pull up with dog sh_t like tom ford (dog sh_t)
so rich, but still gon’ up the score
i’m the type hop out, swingin’ a double door (hop out)
you go for sh_t i would never, smokin’ on shh, got me gone
ayy, they know this three sh_t forever, my twin in the right, he could never be wrong
got a ho in l.a. tryna get her sh_t boned
i be ridin’ with switches, so i’m never alone
brother locked in that cell, put racks on his books
steady lookin’ for plays, told ’em let me cook
yeah, let me cook, they see us, we leave sh_t shook (woo)
uh, let me cook, they see us, we leave sh_t shook

[chorus: maf teeski]
keep on dumpin’ and dumpin’, rapid fire, it’s a switch up on this b_tch
i’m comin’ vs1, yeah, my sh_t bust, don’t need no camera tricks
spinnin’ in a hot car with some savages who’ll take your sh_t (hot car, hot car)
rookie_ass lil’ boy thought it was clean, sike, i served him hit (ha)
remember i was f_cked up, down bad, well, n_gga, now i’m rich
might walk into the louis store and drop a cool ten on a fit (b_tch, i’m fly)
she turned to me like, “teeski, you got your gun?” why you askin’ stupid sh_t?
yeah, we pull on his sh_t, put up forty or better with my brand_new kriss

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