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mel v - gift of gab كلمات أغنية

[intro]
brr, chappo

glock, glock, glock could gentrify a n_gga, make his ass move?
ca_call me ludacris, i’ll pull a b_tch and act a fool
i post a pic and make him sick, i’ll make your ho drool
i be wildin’ out from time to time, that’s why i keep my cool
big body range rover, b_tch you in a mini coupe
you say that he like my swag, he f_ck with my attitude
ba_baby let me twist your dreads, i think that i’m feelin’ you
me and you, we stayin’ tuned
smoke one blank, go straight to the moon
i’m in a big_ass car go vroom
i got a glock, yeah, i got a tool
bad ass b_tch, i don’t play by the rules
lean in my cup, i don’t f_ck with no booze
smoke me a blunt and feel like a masseuse
i’m off the woods, my body real loose
yeah, i’m off the woods, i’m feelin’ good
poppin’ sh_t like a bad b_tch should
hop on the beat and i k!ll it like, ugh
get in my mood when i’m off of that blood
you talkin’ sh_t, lil’ b_tch, just shut up
b_tch, i’m the girl, i’m the top one runner
i’m in the booth like nike, the sunner
bad_ass b_tch, i’m a motherf_ckin’ stunner
[verse]
i_i be flexin’ h_lla hard like i was a bodybuilder
i can tell that you a b_tch tryna move like you a k!ller
i be stayin’ out the way i’m countin’ guap i want the skrillex
i could duck off anytime and just pop out like that n_gga
yes, i know that i’m that b_tch, i strike a pose, i take a fl!ck
at my shows, b_tch, i be lit
all these hoes tryna take a pic
this like 5k on my wrist
b_tch, it’s slow, i’m moving swift
bad b_tch, skinny jeans
got me walking with a twist
i don’t f_ck with lame n_ggas
can’t believe we co_exist
i put gravel in my weave
b_tch, i’m dizzy off that sh_t
i be doing hoes wrong
i ain’t sh_t, i must admit
always bringing up the past
and why the f_ck you don’t leave, b_tch?
always with that nagging sh_t
b_tch, i can’t come for trashy, b_tch
i heard n_ggas hating on me
i don’t care, b_tch, suck a d_ck
got my name up in your mouth, b_tch, i’ll slap it out your lips
yeah, i feel just like a virgin, you ain’t f_ckin’ with me, b_tch
you ain’t f_ckin’ with this swag, i told the glock i keep a bag
really came up out of nothin’, i ain’t even had no racks
i’m still tryna get them riches, but i ain’t f_cked up on my ass
i just want them millions and so much money off of grab
i’m obsessed with benjamins, i’m feelin’ like i miss the crabs
only time i miss a b_tch, is if i swing and miss the jab
you can’t knock me off my pivot, i’m forever on they ass
i’m so f_ckin’ top notch, god gave me the gift of gab (what?)

[outro]
chappo
yeah, yeah

- mel v

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