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nb lil dagger - "what it is" كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(ayy, turn me up, jacob!)
(tay keith, f_ck these n_ggas up!)
yeah… huh
(b_tch)
ayy, ayy, look
(grrah!)

[chorus]
new glock, uh, bl!ck off (grrah)
if i see that boy, i’ma spin ’til the wheel pop off
ten chains, yeah, wrist frost
shoot a opp in his leg, now he limp like he rick ross (boom, boom)
posted up deep on the ave (ayy)
fifty shots flyin’ out the blacked_out jag
f_ck talkin’—i don’t do no rap
tell them p_ssies i’m back, and i’m still on they ass (yeah!)

[verse 1]
she keep textin’ me, i ain’t read it (b_tch)
i’m in the trap with the demons, i’m heated
told bro hit the cut, he creepin’
leave his ass leakin’ right there on the cement (boom, boom, boom)
we was broke, had to get it in blood
now i’m iced out, came straight from the mud (brrt)
f_ck that lil’ boy, he a dub
put a switch on the stick, make it hiccup or buzz (yeah!)
new vest, all black like a reaper
ain’t no love in my heart, i’m evil
throwin’ up signs while i’m clutchin’ that eagle
say the wrong word, i’ll leave you and your people (dead)
drugs in my cup, i’m leanin’
two bad hoes in the back and they freakin’
tell a opp b_tch i ain’t sleepin’
i’m wide awake with the pole, i’m tweakin’ (grrah_grrah)
[chorus]
new glock, uh, bl!ck off (bl!ck!)
if i see that boy, i’ma spin ’til the wheel pop off
ten chains, yeah, wrist frost
shoot a opp in his leg, now he limp like he rick ross (boom, boom)
posted up deep on the ave (skrrt)
fifty shots flyin’ out the blacked_out jag
f_ck talkin’—i don’t do no rap
tell them p_ssies i’m back, and i’m still on they ass (b_tch!)

[verse 2]
slide through, masked up like jason
caught his ass lackin’ at the gas station (boom)
this ain’t a game, no playstation
heard his last words: “wait…” too late, b_tch (blatt!)
whole hood know i’m a threat
ain’t no pass, we spinnin’ ’til nothin’ left (spin that!)
lil dagger, i don’t gotta flex
got racks in the crib, still posted with tecs (yeah)
cartier frames, can’t see no hate
hundred_round drum, no need to aim (grrah)
this ain’t rap, lil’ boy, this pain
lost too much, now i walk with flame (facts)
heard he sneak dissin’ online
caught him in traffic, blew out his spine (boom)
said he bang, but he dropped no dime
b_tch, i’m active, i don’t do time (nah!)
[chorus]
new glock, uh, bl!ck off
if i see that boy, i’ma spin ’til the wheel pop off
ten chains, yeah, wrist frost
shoot a opp in his leg, now he limp like he rick ross
posted up deep on the ave
fifty shots flyin’ out the blacked_out jag
f_ck talkin’—i don’t do no rap
tell them p_ssies i’m back, and i’m still on they ass

[outro]
(yeah… still on they ass)
(nb lil dagger)
(6th one, b_tch… what it is!)
(tay keith, atl jacob… y’all k!lled this sh_t)
(free the gang, long live the ones we lost)
(grrah_grrah_grrah!)

- nb lil dagger

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