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number foe - dirty fanta كلمات أغنية

[intro]
we love you, perc

[verse 1: number foe]
i accept what it is, must be somebody workin’
turned to my chop’, i got wokhardt in person
flippin’ the packs, they ain’t servin’ no notice
thirty more days that i gotta stay focus, or thirty more days that i gotta go hunt
took junior for street, so we call it in one
but, we don’t get even, so this sh_t ain’t nothin’
i’m loadin’ my clip tryna make a new blunt
don’t aim for no leg, just get you a head tap
see baby joe gang we put that on the map
them snitches around, we can’t joke ’bout no mission
the n_ggas that laughin’ the same ones be snitchin’
see, i kind of knew that these n_ggas were fishin’, since boyz n the hood, when he froze on that mission
we k!ll everybody and don’t leave a witness
my n_ggas too gangster, forever they with me
i’m f_ckin’ with poody, don’t need a diana
lil reggie go ace when he don’t get banana
tookie moejeezy put lean in the fanta
i’m tellin’ lil’ nathan some sh_t he can’t handle
i switched up my life when i stopped sellin’ lows
remember back then, run cuh real clothes
take it back to 5th street, stee was up top door
i’ll mail andre bills arms, they fold
a couple years later, i’m droppin’ with tez
they told us “keep goin’, this sh_t could go fed”
free juju and cece
i blame lil’ reg’
foe can’t get right
them n_ggas was scared
we could’ve kept quiet instead you told
put trust in lil’ ray, i know he wouldn’t fold
i went on that mission with freaky and cole
them n_ggas too stupid, won’t do it no more
[verse 2: problemchild tez]
just caught this lil’ plea, did my dirty diana
finna equip some more switches, got more b_tches to handle
we done post in the trenches, on the road, in a phantom
tryna choose this lil’ lifestyle, hard how we livin’
okc, nah, we don’t show pivot
could’ve post in the trap, made eleven off grass
too many times them p_ssies done tried
they couldn’t get lucky, i up it, and blast

[verse 3: number foe]
or, blow through the glass, like i was jmurda
with chino and dave, out the window like foe
free seventeen murder, i’m missin’ my bro
call londge and breezy, shaq and kobe
shoes out the ral’ it back to the trap
the police k!lled dodge, they took my car way out
before the legend, i need me a building
when opp_n_gga die, that’s a wonderful feeling
don’t think that i ain’t love you, if i didn’t say your name
if you f_ck with me, then you know it’s the same
ayy, i done seen a lot of real n_ggas start change
then, they turn around when a n_gga got fame
i’m sick of the excuses, i might turn to a rapper
but, that’s after i k!lled my man’s and whack him
stick to the plan
just let it unfold
the chop’ when i bang, then h_ll turnin’ cold

- number foe

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