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mello buckzz – riley كلمات اغاني

[intro: riley freeman]
yeah, yeah, my name is riley son
but you know, n_ggas call me, aka, riley escobar, ya know i’m sayin?
cause i be in the streets, ya know?
i got all kinds of names like, hr paperstacks
uh, also known as aka horse choker
uh, aka pillsbury doughboy (haven this sh_t crank)
aka louis rich (n_gga)
yeah

[verse 1: mello buckzz]
what? aye!
smokin’ on za zas and dolce gabbana
we can get wild in this b_tch if you wanna
purse give me stamina, b_tch, like i’m stunna
yo’ n_ggas only come out in the summer
light up low bar, b_tch, you bring out the thunder
i didn’t have it out when i was younger
now i’m gettin’ money, i’m chasin’ them commas
turned to a savage, grew up in a jungle
stupid hoe just want a purse and some bundles
on top of my sh_t and i’m never gon’ fumble
i hang with them n_ggas, they ready to rumble
b_tch i’m up next, i just gotta stay humble
i’m chasing a bag and you chasing these n_ggas
you b_tches will bust off a dime and some liquor (they boring)
my brothers, they lurking, they busting off jiggas
bust at yo’ frame and knock you out the picture (for real?)
i am so cold and i’m only gettin’ sicker
late night i stay close that pole like a stripper (i can’t go)
stripes on my ass so he callin’ me tigger
hoes on my line, but i do not pick up (decline)
they see me in person and tell me to “fl!ck up”
put it on the plate and he ate it for dinner (ate it up)
i’m in my bag and you b_tches is bitter
i just ran it up and i’m tryna get richer
just ran it up and i’m tryna get richer
seeing opps now, we gon’ dump at them b_tches (pow)
back shot, leg shot, leg shot (haven this sh_t crank), head shot, n_gga got popped in his dreadlock
riding with a g_lock, n_gga tried to run, but he tripped in them fat ass fila’s
give a f_ck about sh_t, on a hoe i can’t trip
i can never love a n_gga, all you n_ggas gettin’ skipped
i’m a pretty ghetto b_tch, get the 30 on grip
and you know i’m real protected, keep a hollow in the clip
i be smokin’ out the zip, know a b_tch stay dipped (dipped)
if a car get to tweaking then that b_tch get flipped
smoking on debby, k
choking in (k) the back seat heavy, baked (what? baked)
ya new b_tch jealous, hate (hate)
a b_tch stay wet like michigan, lake
ay, act like you wit’ it but n_ggas be duckin’ im tired of these n_ggas they bluffin’ (frontin’)
internet savage, but we know the truth (haven this sh_t crank), ain’t none of ya’ll n_ggas on nothing (nah, nah, nah)
flipping in traffic, ain’t ducking no action
we ride with that static, get shot like a addict
shoot for a habit, you n_ggas gon’ panic if my n_gga gotta get mixed like a salad
pull up, do damage them bl!cks will get managed that 30 speak spanish and make n_ggas vanish
i roll a wood, that b_tch spark like a cannon
i got the mail, that sh_t came in the package
give out free smoke if you want it i got it
i don’t do no bluffin’, f_ck n_gga i’m ’bout it
post up on ess_x, you get redirected
if you ain’t from ’round here, don’t step in my presence (at all, at all, at all, at all)
d_mn, n_ggas can’t step in my presence?
nope, ya new b_tch is broke and she jealous
for sure, i’m young and i’m wild and i’m reckless, gang
i’m ready for war, come and test me
[verse 2: nlmb jdot]
dot got the neck, p_ssy squeezing on sight (ah, ah)
24 hollows, they stuffed in my pipe (boom, boom)
[?] in my hands but i [?] stripes (yeah)
fresh than a b_tch, but i’m fly like a kite
and i got k!llers, got ks like russians
blowin’ on sight, ain’t no need for no fussing (grah, grah)
cash apps with yo thot and i bet she’ll be blushing (she blushing)
she bop in the whip, giving top, ain’t no cuffing (uh)
dash in the ‘rari, my foreigns, they custom (skrrt, skrrt)
roll up exotic means runtz with the gusherz
you know if i slip, then i’m bumming with tagger (with tagger, with tagger)
fly off the scene, left that a disaster (grah, grah, grah)
n_ggas get ghost, then i turn into casper (casper)
don’t want yo bop cause i already trashed her (already trashed her)
i got them keys but don’t play piano (piano)
b_tt naked b_tches, they trappin’ in sandals
trappers and k!llers don’t hang with the scammers (scammers)
packs coming ’round, got me feeling like santa (santa)
she in face so i throw temper tantrums (throw temper tantrums)
if we get the low, then my tag get some campers
if we get the low, then my tag get some campers (oh f_ck man)

- mello buckzz

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