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nen, cart - done (prod. rileyxo) كلمات أغنية

[verse: nen]
he want the smoke with the gang
i got my glock in my hand, i’m finna let that bih bang
mag dump and we let it rain
we don’t give a f_ck n_gga we do not bang the same thing
hs40’s is the only thing, that i rep
n_gga i don’t give a f_ck ’bout yo gang
peak ’round, swing the corner
n_gga i’m finna let my f_cking nuts hang
orchestra how that f_cking choppa sang
n_gga you don’t bang, n_gga you not gang
f_ck that bih i don’t even know her name
put a hole in that boy chest just like dame
n_gga yo life is a muhf_ckin’ game
and i’mma play that b_tch just for the fun of it
f_ck that b_tch one time then i’m just so done with it
spinning yo block and then we get to dumping sh_t
slime sh_t, gang way, n_gga i don’t f_ck wit yall
slime yo ass in broad daylight, i don’t need no walls
pass me the ball, i’m the ball hog
n_gga shut up for i f_ck yo sh_t up
smoking that gas, man that sh_t got me stuck
countin’ that pape, man this sh_t not enough
rpg, blow yo whole block up
n_gga you trash, you so l just like dutt
said you make money, i don’t give a f_ck
rappin on this b_tch, no ad libs or nun
b_tch i be straight if that drank in my cup
track meet the g19, makin’ em run
cacophony the sound gon’ come out the gun
pop out that bih wit a whole honeybun
sippin’ on gin, n_gga you sippin’ on mud
ain’t tryn’ talk to you so just shut the f_ck up
yeah, just shut the f_ck up. (yuh, ya)
just shut the f_ck up
said this hoe big, yeah this bih look like a bus. (yeah, huh)
vvs stones on my neck, yeah this sh_t weigh a ton. (huh, yuh)
you try to come to this block then on god you is done. (huh, yuh)
[verse 2: cart]
hit you in the head, hit you in the body
pass you to my boy, like my name is scottie
dig the grave, won’t leave no trace
no evidence, yeah they have no case
burn our clothes, b_tch they ain’t gon know it’s us
boxcutter to his throat, i feel like my name is gus
hop in the mark, yeah b_tch we finna dip
hop on the road, cuz we going home
cut his body in half at the hip
done this before, p_ssy get a grip
got the loot, hop in the mark, finna go
if i see feds then you know i’m gon’ blow
250 on the parkway, you already know, how this gon’ go
big steppas this b_tch, you know they gon’ blow
you know they gon’ bang, you know they gon’ k!ll
if you talk sh_t then you know this sh_t get real
this sh_t finna get physical
no point in running, my sight digital
if you shut up then i might let you go
best start runnin’ now ‘fore i up pole
y’know who is dangerous? nen off the cart
he don’t aim for head, boy he aim for yo heart
p_ssyboy on a segway, paul blart
could this be a cart song if i ain’t say fart?
[outro: cart]
(i don’t think so) yo b_tch is a hoe
(yo b_tch let me hit) cuz she like how my d_ck
(hit her in the cl_t) she lettin’ it rip
(her p_ssy gon’ queef) the way that it suck up my meat
(i think my life is complete) this p_ssy is so elite
(this p_ssy in my top ten) only topped by her best friend

[outro: nen]
you try to come to this block then on god you is done. (huh, yuh)
you try to come to this block then on god you is done. (huh, yuh)

- nen cart

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