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​mol$ - #notrace كلمات الأغنية

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[intro]
bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]

[verse: mol$ & timothy bright]
uh, i_i’ma go f_ck someone better (better), i’ma f_ck someone worth cheddar (yeah)
i know i gotta go get her (yeah, yeah), she touching up on my beretta (yeah)
that’s leverage and i’m a bad_b_tch, and i got real green like cabbage
yo’ girl she think you average, no cap, i’m a real_life savage, yeah
my n_gga, i’m moving fast, no time for ass, if you say sl!ck sh_t then i gotta blast
gotta blast? man i gotta blast, gotta be quick_sh_t, man, i gotta pass
all of you p_ssy_ass_cappers that’s talking bout doing, this doing that
n_gga, y’all wack, worried ’bout mine
i don’t care for you rappers that’s talking bout hoes and gats, all of y’all cap
who the f_ck you think you talking to? p_ssy_boy, better tuck your shirt in
wanna picture with the squad, but you gotta work boy, gotta earn it
i see all this hate they spewing from they mouth, don’t wonder what they talk about
that p_ssy_boy said that i fell off, he still working at taco bell (ha_ha_ha)
head it stay straight, don’t got time for distractions
i ignore the hate, i don’t hand out reactions
made sure n_ggas ate, i been full of compassion
’cause when i was eight, i was begging for rations
bro told me, “go off”, i had to go do it
i’m spitting out verses, these n_ggas they chew it
these n_ggas they chew it, they eat it up, they eat it up
my meat in they mouth, i’m eating her out, b_tch
how could you say that i’m talent_less?
everything that i put out is astounding
i got like four or five dots aimed at your head
i’m at your crib, yo’ b_tch giving me head
tell me she love me, i leave her on read
we told you before, we making this bread
so go ahead, i guess i’ll listen instead
sending shots at yo’ kickback, n_gga, you p_ssy
sitting on songs, send ’em to her, she gushy
she liking the voice half_g_y, she a hippie
she try to act coy, no leray like i’m trippie
if he wanna talk, then it’s b’s to the face
magazines loaded, twin gripping the k
don’t want no violence, i don’t want no case
if you wanna talk sh_t then we leave no trace
[outro]
fetch me their souls
humiliation
bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]
bang, get your friend, be my thing [?]

- mol

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