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njc - spitting not singing كلمات الأغنية

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(woah, woah, woah)
(mhmhm)
(ay, you already know how the f_ck i’m coming, man)
(njc in the booth, b_tch)
(spitting not singing)
(i don’t sing, man)
(here we go)
(uh)

in the money, i’m swimmin’, i splash hard (splash, splash, splash, splash)

makin’ thesе songs, don’t gotta try too hard
she off that coke wit’ an onlyfans, so i show no heart (thot)

she got a mans
man, he simp hard (he a goofy)
focus on lettuce
i’m on my way to a black card (guapppp)
i’m on my way to a black car (suburban)
i got a glock if you act hard (bop, bop, bop)

extended mag get to dumpin’ (dumpin’)
bullets, hollow, get to thumpin’ (thumpin’)
running man get to runnin’ (runnin’)
d_mn, that white boy up to something (what he do)
dropped a body at the function
but wait, maybe i shouldn’t be talking about all that, man

(yeah foenem, don’t f_ck wit’ us, b_tch)

lemme start over (run it back)
i just got topped off in the rover (sloppy, sloppy)
‘member them days that i used to be sober (nuh uh)
now, i smoke big gas to the face (big gas)
‘till i double over

laughing (hahahaha)
am i all cap? stop askin’ (quit it)
thc got my lungs gasping
walk around latest fashion (gucci)

you were just poppin’ in high school, what happened (what happened)
you cannot ride the wave, please do not tap in (don’t tap in)
i just might f_ck around, sign and get drafted (get drafted)
y’all were just sleeping, man, y’all were just napping (napping)
they got tears, get a napkin (get one)
uh
yeah

like, they be acting so dramatic (how come)
like, f_ck ‘em all, this what happens (f_ck ‘em)
like, shots fired, let ‘em have it (bop, bop, bop)
send they ass to the past, i’m not talking no jurassic (nah)
i be f_cking on they hoes, they know i’m a star like patrick (they know)
on my way to the platinum
just keep waitin’ for the album
me and my brudda we shoot together, we in tandem
being fake, i can’t fathom
if that p_ssy talking sh_t, then we turn his name to an anthem
drop his top, turn his p_ssy ass to a phantom
speedin’ off in a car wit’ h_lla horses, no stallions (skrt, skrt)

chains hanging all around my neck, yeah, i call them b_tches some medallions
(bling blow)

i’m with the team and we posted up wit’ some heavy guns, we on go, that’s my battalion (goooooo)

i got some secrets, they locked away
i did some sh_t that i’ll never say
i’m smoking this weed just to get away (to get away)
just got a new load in, man, what it weigh (what it weigh)
it’s different b_tches for the different days
they like all my chains, so i let ‘em hang (yeah, yeah)
but, these b_tches ain’t gettin’ no wedding ring (nah)
i’ll just take me the top ‘cuz i cannot bang (nah, nah, nah)
but, why won’t any of these hoes listen (why won’t they)
mix matchin’ all designers on my body, so all of my clothes is different
(different, different)
gucci and louis and fendi and prada
the type that make your b_tch’s top and panties gone missin’ (missin’, missin’)
she a real b_tch ‘cuz she get right to sucking, she ain’t really ‘bout none of that kissin’ (she real)
she must’ve got straight a’s when she went to school for pipe fittin’ (she smart)

i must’ve peeked they interest ‘cuz now they know that there’s competition
(they got competition)

i’m doing this all for the fam’, i told my brothers ain’t no losin’ the vision (nah, nah)
told my mother watch how we gon’ be living (watch, watch)
people peepin’ how i’m doin’ things different
drugs get me through all the darkness, i don’t need night vision

if you done switched up on me in the past, then i ain’t hearin’ sorry ‘cuz i’m not forgivin’ (i don’t forgive)

imma just spend h_lla racks on a white tee to show they ass who’s winning
(show ‘em who’s winning)

- njc

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