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nuk & glockboyz teejaee - mhmm yop كلمات أغنية

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[intro]
(bangthatsh_t)

[chorus: the big homie, glockboyz teejaee & nuk]
mmm, yop yop, can’t leave the crib without that chop
ayy, homie got chop chopped, won’t leave the crib without my glock
pop pop, ‘ll leave a n_gga on they block
if them pits around attack mode, put the whip in track mode
man, glockboyz, i’ll have that chopper stall him like i’m tappin’ on it
my whip be on that crazy tail sh_t (yop) i threw the traction on it

[verse 1: the big homie]
know my opps ain’t hidin’, make ’em disappear, i just put magic on ’em
i done gave the b_tch to johnson, now she actin’ toxic
i’m twenty steps, i’m already shootin’, n_gga tryna grab his bl!ck
caught a n_gga fishin’ with his rod, finna sleep with the fishes

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
sh_t, i got window down and bl!ck out if we ain’t got no tint
really r_t_rded, i barely rap, but i always use my stick
man, real jackboy, we ain’t robbin’ when we cleanin’ coupes
man, sh_t happen in the streets, n_ggas go live and leave me real [?]
n_gga, my dogs servin’ fiends, bankroll look like they pay ’em in blues
man, that sh_t changed since i popped, i still be ridin’ with my tool

[verse 3: nuk & the big homie]
i be tellin’ all my hoes like, “b_tch, you owe me for my d_ck”
i pull up, you hear that yop yop like homie in the whip
i don’t even slap box, ’cause we load up the clips
been with my n_ggas since the sandbox, we all throw up the fifth
and we all know how to blow
don’t give a f_ck ’bout your hustle, boy, we all put down a four (yop)
[verse 4: the big homie]
sent a nuke to a n_gga block, now they need bomb squad
quick as h_ll, on my feet ten times, show me how to cha_cha slide
tell the fans, “please don’t smack a tree ’cause that’s how dada died”
trill music all i make, yop, raisin’ up the crime rate
make his ass hit the kwon ’cause his name rae
wish they can go and time so they could see they mans again
don’t let me let the chopper off, it’s lookin’ like a candelit

[verse 5: glockboyz teejaee]
i’m tappin’ diddy like, “you ready?” man, he like yop
we callin’ drops, ’cause when we get ’em, man, it go down like yung joc (ayy)
man, we the ones, man, name a n_gga beefin’ with us who ain’t got shot
man, i know why these n_ggas hidin’, ’cause we don’t never stop comin’, we find a block
man, come again and come again and come again and bodies drop
7.62s, h_llcats and .223s hard to stop
man, ain’t it crazy how we be blockin’ n_ggas in, leavin’ ’em boxed?
i got a chop, nuk got a chop, bro got a chop, man, that’s a lot of shots
might spin the block and spin the block and spin the block and make the summer hot

[verse 6: nuk]
the opps be callin’ me on instagram, i get ’em hit
i’m so trapped out, i pocket dialed the plug and got a brick
f_ck it, i get shiesty on these n_ggas and get extra ‘bows
certified tweakers, boy, we might just have an episode
we might just have to gut him, we might just pull a nutty
have my n_ggas roll him up for all that dough just like his buddies
[chorus: the big homie, glockboyz teejaee & nuk]
mmm, yop yop, can’t leave the crib without that chop
ayy, homie got chop chopped, won’t leave the crib without my glock
pop pop, ‘ll leave a n_gga on they block
if them pits around attack mode, put the whip in track mode
man, glockboyz, i’ll have that chopper stall him like i’m tappin’ on it
my whip be on that crazy tail sh_t, i threw the traction on it

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