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malachi supreme - they be like كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
big whip, gold chains and a bag (yup!)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (skrrrt!)
why you rapping bout the sh_t you never had? (never had)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (oooooh)
big whip, gold chains and a bag (and a bag)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (sup!?)
why you rapping bout the sh_t you never had? (nevеr had)
they be like, thеy be like, they be like, they be (oooooh)

[verse 1]
okay i got it, tell me what’s in your wallet
tell me the very reason you burying all your profit
in pockets and not for college, upsetting your baby mama
what’s the cost of a dollar when sides switch on a collar
like honest
why do you rap? for the fame and a follow?
to run away from your problems like they won’t see you tomorrow?
to drown your sorrow in bottles and f_ck these instagram models?
a bunch of traumatized kids who happened to win the lotto
i heard b_st_rd and saw a new path for a passion
and i ain’t have a therapist, so then i started rapping
realized i was different than these other n_ggas yapping
about cats and gats, p_ssy and the mac 10
back then, i was never into all that
never sports, tried to go forward but i’d fall back
never class, i was good at math but i never passed
i was always day dreaming bout the future i could have
[hook]
big whip, gold chains and a bag (yup!)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (skrrrt!)
why you rapping bout the sh_t you never had? (never had)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (oooooh)
big whip, gold chains and a bag (and a bag)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (sup!?)
why you rapping bout the sh_t you never had? (never had)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (oooooh)

(they be like, they be like, they be like, they be)

[verse 2]
i be riding through the south, gold bars in my mouth
i ain’t talkin bout a grill, words hotter than a drought
hotter than ya mamas honda leather seats in the summer
while i’m sipping an arnold palmer on the beach sitting under umbrella
ya know that my pockets talking i’m tryna get the cheddar
no more of that walking round feeling hopeless, now i’m better
just wish i could tell myself back then maybe write a letter
this sh_t gonna get better, forever
16 is when i started rapping, n_ggas be cappin out
talking about, rapping all for the passion, “gimme the cash amount”
you want the clout, ass, titties and stash is what you after now
until you drown, n_gga lost all of the money inside of his bank account
(wow)
guess the rich n_ggas gon be poor
and the poor n_ggas bout to spread they wings and soar
tell me what the f_ck you rapping in this game here for?
you still in chains but not the type that you done came here for
[hook]
big whip, gold chains and a bag (yup!)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (skrrrt!)
why you rapping bout the sh_t you never had? (never had)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (oooooh)
big whip, gold chains and a bag (and a bag)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (sup!?)
why you rapping bout the sh_t you never had? (never had)
they be like, they be like, they be like, they be (oooooh)

- malachi supreme

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