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murdagang pb - hublot كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(oh, louis, it’s another one)

[chorus]
got a bag on my wrist, plain jane, that’s a hublot
why stress ’bout a b_tch? trade her in for a new ho
she the baddest, i’m tryna f_ck on dj nuvo
n_gga think i won’t slide ’cause i went to a juco
up the score on the eyes, double back and get two more
if i tell ’em to dirt me, on my demons, gon’ do so
like to face me a n_gga, i’m tryna get too close
big old chops, send him way up to mars, no bruno
stick on me stickin’, now i can’t consent
n_ggas tough than a b_tch when they not in the city
catch him, bag him, like twenty_eight grams, i’ma a zip him
slide up, hop out, walk down, like an uber, i lift him
christmas, rock mе a n_gga, i giff him
boxed him, treat his ass like sonny liston
n_gga don’t want no friction, thеy cap rappin’ fiction
i be itchin’ for bodies, this sh_t a addiction

[verse]
i’m back in my section, i got this sh_t elevated
if i pull it, i’m bustin’, ain’t doin’ no hesitatin’
this my time, i’m a tick like a bomb, i’ll be detonatin’
these n_ggas like law, they do too much investigatin’
catch him and stretch him, that day is his expiration
he won’t see tomorrow, this his final destination
press harder, they tried put me back on that medication
the moves i be makin’ don’t come with no explanation
if you talkin’ that sh_t, gotta stand on it
catch a f_ck n_gga outside, put that fan on him
n_gga got k’s everywhere like the klan on him
i’ll crash for lil’ big, they better not lay a hand on him
keep that heat on me solo, i might got a tan on it
sticks, drums like i got a band on me
drop d_ck in that b_tch and i didn’t even plan on it
big general comin’ like lieutenant dan on it
sh_t look like a relay, they racin’ for clout
i ain’t chasin’ this sh_t, it just fell in my lap
i’d be dead or in jail if it weren’t for this rap
i’ll merc me a n_gga, give a f_ck ’bout an app
think i’m one of these industry n_ggas, get slapped
i won’t rest ’til he sleep, end up takin’ a nap
tryna knock off his head, all i’m thinkin’ is tap
n_gga think that he stiff ’til he stood on a scalp
[chorus]
got a bag on my wrist, plain jane, that’s a hublot
why stress ’bout a b_tch? trade her in for a new ho
she the baddest, i’m tryna f_ck on dj nuvo
n_gga think i won’t slide ’cause i went to a juco
up the score on the eyes, double back and get two more
if i tell ’em to dirt me, on my demons, gon’ do so
like to face me a n_gga, i’m tryna get too close
big old chops, send him way up to mars, no bruno
stick on me stickin’, now i can’t consent
n_ggas tough than a b_tch when they not in the city
catch him, bag him, like twenty_eight grams, i’ma a zip him
slide up, hop out, walk down, like an uber, i lift him
christmas, rock me a n_gga, i giff him
boxed him, treat his ass like sonny liston
n_gga don’t want no friction, they cap rappin’ fiction
i be itchin’ for bodies, this sh_t a addiction

- murdagang pb

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