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mario coins - lazer dim 700 كلمات أغنية

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[intro]
yah, yah, yah
f_ck goin’ on

[chorus]
i got this stick in my other hand
i c_ck this sh_t wit’ my other hand
too many racks, this sh_t can’t fit the rubber band
told the hoe let me come f_ck, bring my brothers in
i got dog sh_t on the l!ck, got lil’ buddy wit’ me
bucked for a drum now i got me another 50
thought we was tradin’ now i got me another glizzy
stick gon’ hit hard when i swing, gotta tuggle wit’ it
b_tch you ain’t gang, you opp’d out on that other sh_t
switched for the fame, you ain’t chasin’ no f_ckin’ racks
50 round drum, n_gga run like a running back
diss on the gang you gettin’ popped, you ain’t comin’ back

[verse 1]
100 round drum, b_tch i look like the boogey_man
break in yo’ spot wit’ some gloves, leave no fingerprint
i put my finger on the trig’, i be fingerin’
shoot off his head, what thе f_ck is he thinkin’ wit’?
shoot at yo’ gang, give a f_ck who you cl!ckin’ wit’
i got a beam and a flashlight as big as my stick
pull up to thе spot, whole gang on f_ck sh_t
when i shoot the drac it’s gon’ sound like a buckshot
2019, how they find a n_gga mugshot?
n_ggas ain’t gang, swear these f_ck n_ggas opp’d out
these n_ggas hoes, i’ma spin ’em in they crop top
clutchin’ on ya’ phone, boy you know you ain’t got glock
[chorus]
i got this stick in my other hand
i c_ck this sh_t wit’ my other hand
too many racks, this sh_t can’t fit the rubber band
told the hoe let me come f_ck, bring my brothers in
i got dog sh_t on the l!ck, got lil’ buddy wit’ me
bucked for a drum now i got me another 50
thought we was tradin’ now i got me another glizzy
stick gon’ hit hard when i swing, gotta tuggle wit’ it
b_tch you ain’t gang, you opp’d out on that other sh_t
switched for the fame, you ain’t chasin’ no f_ckin’ racks
50 round drum, n_gga run like a running back
diss on the gang you gettin’ popped, you ain’t comin’ back

[verse 2]
n_gga got fye but they never go spin with that
if i’m havin’ fye b_tch you know i get lit wit’ it
jumped out the house with that stick in my bookbag
hit him cross the head with the fye, he get whiplash
put it on the scale ’cause a zip don’t look like that
we gon’ up first, we don’t never get back
too many sticks in the big black cadillac
gang on the other side, 10_4 roger that
booked for a show i rock out like a rockin’ chair
these f_ck n_ggas washed up, n_gga losin’ hair
i got the stick at the show, brought a stick in it
these f_ck n_ggas got personal bl!ck in it
[chorus]
i got this stick in my other hand
i c_ck this sh_t wit’ my other hand
too many racks, this sh_t can’t fit the rubber band
told the hoe let me come f_ck, bring my brothers in
i got dog sh_t on the l!ck, got lil’ buddy wit’ me
bucked for a drum now i got me another 50
thought we was tradin’ now i got me another glizzy
stick gon’ hit hard when i swing, gotta tuggle wit’ it
b_tch you ain’t gang, you opp’d out on that other sh_t
switched for the fame, you ain’t chasin’ no f_ckin’ racks
50 round drum, n_gga run like a running back
diss on the gang you gettin’ popped, you ain’t comin’ back

[outro]
yah, yah, f_ck goin’ on

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