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neek bucks – sinnin كلمات اغاني

[intro: neek bucks]
yeah
(ayy, smatty, let’s count up some—)

[verse 1: neek bucks]
god forgive me, i’ma be sinnin’ for a minute
four demons in a rented, slidin’ tinted
i can’t let no n_gga get me
you know i should go down and if that sh_t ever get sticky
i can’t have no n_gga out here frontin’, actin’ like they with me
i had them demons on my mama couch
schemin’, we was lookin’ for a reason, tryna block it out
bro step on that sh_t, he still’ll grease you, he don’t talk it out
why would i cap? i make ’em do you in that parking lot, yeah
i still keep them racks on me
they was tryna search me for the pole, i had crack on me
b_tches tried to curve me, i was broke, them b_tches back on me
i guess them b_tches must’ve heard i keep them packs on me, yeah
bro was tryna tell me it was love
how the f_ck that sh_t was love when he ain’t never show me love? that sh_t a dub
all under n_ggas’ pics we don’t f_ck with
see how we rockin’, i’m with the n_ggas that i’m stuck with, tell them n_ggas up it

[chorus: neek bucks]
yeah, you know them charges change everything
that sh_t determine whether he love you or he don’t
would he slug you or he won’t?
sometimes i sit and think if i get caught up with this pole
i know i’m probably next to blow, but sh_t, f_ck it, i’ma tote
and i been runnin’ up this money, n_ggas be hatin’ on the low
so i gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere i go
but we really know what’s gold, that sh_t embedded in our soul
and bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole
[verse 2: tsu surf]
pole totin’, soul searchin’, slidin’ since a bad kid in traffic
f_cked up, we caught him lackin’, he ain’t have it, pull off laughin’
tell lil’ baby cuz make the same graphics, summer madness
almost throw up tryna look inside that casket (ew)
saw him so we hopped out
baby mama f_ckin’ ‘fore he copped out
cuttin’ class to cut a brick, f_ck this sh_t, he drop out
prosecutor fishin’ for convictions or somethin’
like my lawyer ain’t vicious or somethin’
that n_gga trippin’, he buggin’
we wasn’t drillin’ on them missions for nothin’
them homies tamper with a witness or somethin’
it’s just the cl!ck of a b_tton
if he ain’t dead, finish dinner, cuz
thought we was spinnin’ where them sinners was
percocet, can’t feel the love
know your clique
half of ’em ain’t ride when the bro was hit
tell his mama we gon’ k!ll ’em, shake her head, she know this sh_t
i paint the pain
he won’t make it home, but he made a name
we gon’ hit the star player, i know how to change a game
i try to cry, but the sh_t ain’t work
’cause it ain’t even ’til a n_gga hurt
they did us bad, but we did ’em worse
only real n_ggas finish first
only real n_ggas finish first
[chorus: neek bucks]
yeah, you know them charges change everything
that sh_t determine whether he love you or he don’t
would he slug you or he won’t?
sometimes i sit and think if i get caught up with this pole
i know i’m probably next to blow, but sh_t, f_ck it, i’ma tote
and i been runnin’ up this money, n_ggas be hatin’ on the low
so i gotta keep them hitters with me everywhere i go
but we really know what’s gold, that sh_t embedded in our soul
and bro was in his glow until they caught him with the pole

- neek bucks

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