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n-game - b!tch كلمات الأغنية

(intro)
yuh yuh
boutta go stupid
shout out n game on the beat
that’s me
let’s go

(verse 1)
i get bolder by the second
b_tch lemme teach you a lesson
watch me pen in these sentences
still you might never get it
i build up my leverage
deal w a death wish
assemble my troops
then we cook em in seconds
i gave em the boot
truths in the movements
thеy be talking bad behind my back
like i’m stupid
i am just thе new kid
tryna get a f_ckin bag b_tch
ain’t gonna pass on the action
back w the bat sh_t
smackin the ass out the fabric
packin the bong on her mattress
think i heard a fat b_tch
i put the games in the past tense
ima pass on the captions
passed all the sad sh_t
a k!ller made to react
how i go so hard with my soul intact
its passive
its just the game of attraction
the fate is in the ashes
this sh_t was always meant to happen
with the flow so cold
the bars so hard
the beat so big
it blew my speakers to
some dozens of pieces
i couldn’t believe it
i’m runnin from my demons
momma didn’t raise a trackstar
didn’t mean to go off the deep end
i got a black heart
a deal with the devil
trail blazing
like its nascar
whipe that lil smile off your face boi
playin with greatness
man f_ck a piece i think i’m boutta take the whole cake
messing w my old ways
that was just the old days
i went insane
tryna make a f_ckin name like
whoa sh_t
f_ck my image
yall don’t really know the kid
just the gimmick
yall won’t really hold my soul over writtens
cause i’m bold in the raps
but kosher with incentive
(bridge)
sh_t i’m done with the bullsh_t
cracking the bullwhip
little momma got insulted
all these b_tches is repulsive if i’m being honest
(upstate new york)
how’s a potty trained adult stay sh_ttin on em
oh sh_t
that’s another b_tch lost to the game
for my gain
w her pause on my waist like
woah b_tch
you f_ckin wish you could hate the kid
but i’ve had this sh_t
bag my sh_t
plus the bars are what i major in

(verse 2)
fake sh_t
fake bars i live it
cheap cars like civic
fake rocks like plymouth woah
woah b_tch
get the f_ck off my d_ck
or you might get bit like
im tryna give a little insight
from a nympho never cold
all these writtens really blowin out the dome
b_tch i really want the smoke
sh_t i could never get too much but
you’d think i’d prolly stop if i gave a f_ck
couldn’t wait for luck
my game went up
faster than all the whackest matters
passin my name for fun
like sh_t
karate chop to his bladder
splattering bloodstain in patterns
perfectly pushin me to pop off
after the fact
don’t gimme that
b_tch i’m a new man
i still wear pajamas
and my manager is 2 hands
you gotta know what it feel like to follow the truth
and the truth is
this been comin for a couple of minutes
b_tch
steady grillin in the crib
(hot)
catch me cookin w a bib
some life in my eyes when i roll that spliff
never gonna drop cause i love this sh_t
uh
bar for bar
call it pound for pound
the kid a heavyweight
i’ll die yellin f_ck this town
the day i make it the same i’m smackin everybody who doubted me
after alla this you still really clownin me
sh_t
(outro)
i guess the world go around bro

- n game

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