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money montage - that's some real shit كلمات الأغنية

[intro: trauma]
at this point, i don’t give a f_ck about how n0body feel
(i know the same sh_t)
like, since a lil’ n_gga, i’ve been on the same sh_t, like
raw sh_t, like
look

[verse 1: trauma]
i had the same opps like the second grade, i swear they never changed
they said they see me, they gon’ shoot me, but ain’t never bang (b_tch)
if you ain’t from here, you should never claim
ain’t tryna bum on why the f_ck you bang (stupid)
you was never gang
me and momo, we’ve been dolo, it’s just me and him
eyes closed, how the f_ck you shoot and you can’t see thе rim?
your bro a ho, it’s just me and him (b_tch)
he said h_llo to my littlе friend
bang, this my f&n
he not a trapper, he do business
he f_ck with me, he be on cnn, on never seen again
i said i’ll never drink the lean again (a lie)
until i got a call for the pint (now i’m a fiend again, pour me up)

[chorus: trauma]
i never told, never flip or never put no ho before the clique
how that look to put my bro after a b_tch?
i’m puttin’ ounces in a zip, them fluid ounces when i sip
take him down ’cause i be higher than a b_tch, that’s some real sh_t (skrrt)
[verse 2: trauma]
now we swervin’
the pieces, bro, i’m hurtin’
they got him, are you certain?
[?], i’m right of birkin
[?] hurt this b_tch, i’m certain i’ve been lurkin’
i’ve been sick, b_tch, i need nursin’ (ah, rrr, facts)
f_ck bein’ sober, where the meds at?
if you think we beefin’ ’bout a b_tch, then you can dead that
so f_ck these b_tches, where your head at? (f_ck a b_tch)
it’s either be courage the cowardly dog or be a scared cat
lions, tigers, bears, it’s gorillas over here
ain’t no rats, snakes, fakes, they know we realer over here
shoot his beanie with the sigel, he could feel it in the air
it ain’t nothin’ but some k!llers over there (that’s some real sh_t)
keep your distance, bro (b_tch)
all i want is a consistant ho
that i could f_ck and get a bro, now that’s a give and go
i got a bird b_tch who pigeon toed
i got a chicken in the kitchin’ water whippin’, i got different [?]
never will i change, i’ll forever be the same
i’m forever pourin’ drank, you ain’t never feel my pain
i will never let a lame try to take me out this game
(that’s why i gotta bang, bang, bang)
i made this rap sh_t my trap, b_tch (facts)
i gave packs to my packs, now we stack chips
i got my trap doin’ backflips (ayy)
and my pockets [?] fat b_tch
yeah, my knots, yeah, they that thick
tallied free, we just tryna get our salary
get the green p’s and salary
i just gotta sit
all my n_ggas leaves on the money tree
(i swear to god i just wanna see all of us get rich, real sh_t, no lie)
f_ck a ho n_gga plottin’, mama spoil me rotten
in the studio noddin’, i’ve been at work like a goblin
know they lookin’, they watchin’, n_ggas schemin’, so watch
always put why you rotten and you get shot in your noggin
i’m just fixin’ my problems, gave her d_ck, now she wildin’ (come on, baby girl, you know i ain’t got time for that sh_t, i ain’t never switched up)
i never told
never flip up for no ho b_tch for the clip
[chorus: trauma]
i never told, never flip or never put no ho before the clique
how that look to put my bro after a b_tch?
i’m puttin’ ounces in a zip, them fluid ounces when i sip
take him down ’cause i be higher than a b_tch, that’s some real sh_t (skrrt)

[outro: trauma]
that’s some real sh_t

- money montage

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