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mori briscoe - no more playing كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: jus waxkem]
i could put that on bro, most of these n_ggas be makin’ a show
y’all ain’t do sh_t, y’all ain’t lettin’ it blow, waunny g is a kid and i’m makin’ it known, like
if you not tryna slide, n_gga, stop sayin’ all those lines
jack got hit and slime got slimed, what the f_ck did you do? stop all the lyin’
i’m in koney i’m yellin’ out folk, like, please do not think it’s a joke
[?] so crazy how tory got poked
and i’m slidin’ with kai, got the beam on the_
let’s go, got the beam on the pole
he tried to run, got low in the stolie
n_ggas sayin’ they my mans that i really don’t know
then we hop out and blast, it’s not for a show
and i’m quick to react, shout out dulaa could’ve been put in a pack
when i’m smokin’ on boom don’t ask me to pass
when i run into humble that boy’ll get whacked
then [?] slid in the yard
come outside you ain’t makin’ it far
i got my gun and wixk got the car
keep playin’ you crazy, get sent to ray_
like, jus waxkem i’m know for the action
like, please do not think that i’m cappin’
see me in traffic i bet you i’m blastin’, like
these bullets gon’ rip through his backend
tell the boys to pick up his body
new opp in the air named quanny
keep sayin’ who the f_ck is gdxtti?
ion know you, n_gga, get off my body
and i’m slidin’ with jew
f_ck the opps n_ggas know what we do
still free gbaby, that n_gga the screw
if you try to push up then you gettin’ boomed
guaranteed i’ma fl!ck
no .380, we totin’ a switch
you know ad keep a stick on his hip
and i bet you them hollows gon’ eat up his ribs
and who is these kids?
780 they never did sh_t, so how you sayin’ my mans in a spliff?
and it’s long live lo i’m and i’m floxkin’ for him
i could name all the victims
giggs got shot, how the f_ck he got picked up?
rah got hit, he need to go hit sum’
cam got hit, like, n_ggas should’ve spliffed him
593 to my d_ck
everyday i be rollin’ up shizz
don’t ask if it’s beef ‘cause you know what it is
and i’m clutchin’ my gun ‘cause i’m floxkin’ to live
593 to my d_ck
everyday i be rollin’ up shizz
don’t ask if it’s beef ‘cause you know what it is
and i’m clutchin’ my gun ‘cause i’m floxkin’ to live
[verse 2: mori briscoe]
sh_t gettin’ realer, now i see who wit’ it
most of y’all n_ggas is not
sh_t that they tryin’ we already did it
like, free mar, was doin’ a lot
went on the wheels for the win
f_ck the jakes, ain’t pullin’ this whip, like
[?] should’ve ducked he a d_ck
too close got hit in his_
like, baby jew outside with me fiendin’ for rexk
yoga, how we leave n_ggas stretched
like, mention all y’all n_ggas next
roaches, call them that cuz they got stepped on
shout out t, tony got drenched on
he was just here, now his head gone
and we smokin’ his head for the [?]
sh_t smellin’ like who left the stove on?
that’s gas, ray makk in the air
clap it up for the pack of the year
f_ck 26, they ain’t get back for sh_t
like, they ain’t drop sh_t but a tear
bend blocks, bet these lil n_ggas wouldn’t
like, tote chops that these lil n_ggas couldn’t
n_ggas duckin’ they sh_t when i pull it
i’ma fl!ck ‘til this sh_t got no bullets
why the f_ck humble think that he crazy?
like, african [?] i know you
played ball, said that’s the old you
mentionin’ lo so i gotta expose you
got his addy so we gon’ be posted
big .thirties we ain’t tryna poke you
and this lil n_gga just came outside
got mad dead’s, i ain’t even gon’ hold you

- mori briscoe

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