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notxxxayne - he aint gon do it! كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: notxxxayne]
pull my truck up, and if you ain’t talkin paper, shut the f_ck up
f_ck love, b_tch, i got my dub up, got the buzz with the flower bud
’cause this beat sound like flower boy if it’s f_cked up (oh)
got the big game, with the big brain
feel like slave ’cause i’m whippin’ out a big chain
penny, dollars, and commas, the sh_t i been made
happy that i k!ll a n_gga, b_tch, i’m insane, like—
all this paper, li’l momma, i’ma come towards
she’ll be happy when i get my name up on the top boards
and if you talk about my name, you can suck my c_ck, wh0re
if this song is fire, you know that you can let it drop low
got that money, i got this more
got the ice, i got heat, ’cause i’m this cold
that boy steppin up to me, oh, you this bold?
when he jackin’ off to hentai on the discord
oh, lord, n_gga, are you this dumb? are you this low?
furry helmet on his head, are you this slow?
i_i’ma lay it on this bed, go to sleep, ho
clean a n_gga good like he mo’f_ckin’ dish soap
uh, i’ma hit a n_gga with my semi_pistol
like it’s arizona, you know that i’ma sizzle
got that minty fresh chain like it’s f_ckin’ listo
you know what i miss, though?
hit the f_ckin bass like i’m chris, ho
[chorus: notxxxayne]
he ain’t gon’ do it
look at how a n_gga ran up, you a loser
n_gga got h_lla sh_t to talk on computer
i might have to hit that li’l n_gga with the ruger
you know i’ma do it, b_tch, i’ma call up my shooter
i got that dollar_dollar product, you know that i be bougee
y’all got me feelin’ like poodee, b_tch, i’ma make me a movie
and all y’all other n_ggas suck and y’all smelin’ like dookie
and na_da_na_da, b_tch i—

[verse 2: thamonster]
i don’t need a loud voice
and if you not talkin’ money, then shut yo’ mouth boy
i came from stamps and scr_ps, now i make bands and raps
you buggin’, so you gotta get some pesticides
to get away from all the feds and rats
k!llin’ ’em all, ain’t passin’ the ball
professor, how i handle the bars, they starin’ in awe
and i’m an artist, they all cap like what i got from golf
i’m cuttin’ rappers’ hand off, make ’em look so gothic
can’t score like me, we the mvps
and other ones are just talkin’ about us and hoppin’ on our ds
he think, she think, they think, we don’t care
we makin’ ’em say farewell to their welfare
i feel like melo with the 91 points, i—
they know the boy, i know they hear the voice, huh
you can’t escape from me, you don’t have any choice, uh
you tyler_like puppets, i’m just playin’ with you boys, i said—
[verse 3: notxxxayne]
who that boy? n_gga, who that n_gga
with potential that’s gon’ hit the f_ckin’ charts?
who that n_gga? n_gga, who that boy
that’s gon’ smoke this n_gga like some f_ckin’ carts?
i said, who that n_gga in the back of bus
smokin’ h_lla gas like he rosa parks?
got the chamber pocket like the holocaust
but the gas in this b_tch smell like donkey farts
i said—

[chorus: notxxxayne]
he ain’t gon’ do it
look at how a n_gga ran up, you a loser
n_gga got h_lla sh_t to talk on computer
i might have to hit that li’l n_gga with the ruger
you know i’ma do it, b_tch, i’ma call up my shooter
i got that dollar_dollar product, you know that i be bougee
y’all got me feelin’ like poodee, b_tch, i’ma make me a movie
and all y’all other n_ggas suck and y’all smelin’ like dookie
and na_da_na_da, b_tch i—

- notxxxayne

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