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ots (only the silvas) – speak on it كلمات اغاني

[intro]
piero this sh_t crazy
man paolo k!lled this sh_t

[verse 1: ots piero]
b_tch said she wants me on her knees but she is not a preacher
you a fan b_tch you yell my name when you at the bleachers
lil b_tch tell me not to cheat but she is not a teacher
man this beat too hard think i’m finna break a speaker
b_tch i cheated three years ago, and she still hurtin
hit him in the chest, broke his liver b_tch he need a surgeon
play with me i’m finna gas you up kinda like a german
b_tch i’m employed stop hating b_tch get to working
ion cheat, i just wanna try new b_tchеs
tryna mess with me, that’s the sh_t that got yo mans missing
b_tch i’m scary, i’m thе type to get yo mans sh_ttin
at your grave you know me my homies been p_ssing
b_tch i’m never lacking always carry twin uzis
b_tch don’t wanna f_ck privately she wanna make a movie
ima shoot this place up like its call of duty
12 ain’t catch me sleeping i ain’t never finna go to juvy

[verse 2: 1deezy]
b_tch you hopping in the whip boutta sell the road
got a k on my lap boutta drop them 4s
got yo phone tapped boy you gotta speak in code
all shots from this k man he bapped the load
bought a k with a band call that fast mags
like a b_tch we caught you cheating man we on yo ass
b_tch we running up the streets this could be your last
all he wanted was some smoke now that n_gga ash
man you know what we did ain’t gotta speak on it
man you know what we did ain’t gotta trip on it
man he already dead ain’t gotta spin on it
pull up to the n_gga grave take a sh_t on it
red dot and a laser peeled his scalp back
got you n_ggas spraying laps with this compact
man we had to double back when we lost that
this choppa leave his head red like a trump hat
[verse 3: ots piero]
aye, b_tch you know it’s me
boy i know you fat as h_ll you want a number three
curb stomp a b_tch boy i feel like draymond green
scammed a lil white boy for a pack of weed
ain’t losing balance b_tch, i stay ten toes down
even when i sleep, ion never put that choppa down
i ain’t nle, but you know i’m tryna walk em down
hit him with the choppa kobe bryant b_tch i shot em down
b_tch, this that theme song
tryna rob a boy i got black jeans on
b_tch i’m coming up, ion know what he’s on
b_tch i’m sleep, yeah you know i got my z’s on
perky with the lean got my fly like the kid from up
b_tch i ain’t sweet like jolly ranchers put it in my cup
b_tch i’m a starter ion think you’ll ever make the cut
b_tch you a fan you come to me and then you say what’s up
aye, shoutout deezy
feeling like the 96 bulls cuz i’m gonna three_peat
slap the b_tch for being dumb feel like chris breezy
shoutout to mateo but that b_tch ain’t ever gonna see me
she be tryna flirt i said b_tch just give me head
keep on tryna play and on my life you gon drop dead
still got my z’s on think i’m boutta go to bed
perky got him looking kinda stupid he look really sped
i be winning chips doing nothing like i’m weatherspoon
why you tryna diss like i ain’t way ahead of you
b_tch acting tough like he ain’t softer than a feather do
luka doncic you know how the double seven do
b_tch ima keep on eating like this the last supper
ots ain’t going down b_tch you know we going upper
boy you know you fat look down you got a lot of flubber
b_tch those ain’t real bullets you know that it’s made of rubber
made a song with deezy you know that i put him on the map
b_tch tryna play but he don’t know that i got a strap
cum inside her mouth with good aim hit between her gap
talk about your money we don’t listen cuz we know it’s cap
b_tch give me head for no reason it was for the free
b_tch you a hoe you spent your time just tryna suck a wee
no you ain’t him you a b_tch yo pr_nouns her/she
sh_tting on you hoes this ain’t number two this number three
call of duty in this b_tch, b_tch i’m on a k!lling spree
playing on the jets the way my body filled with h_lla green
no i’m not a rat, but you know ots is pushing p
mess with me i’ll cut you like an orange you from tennessee
b_tch give me head nah, i just want a kiss
go up to your grave and the only thing i do is p_ss
call you zaya wade you ain’t lil bro you lil sis
jordan poole the way you shoot your shot, and you always miss

- ots only the silvas

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