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only the family – time out كلمات اغاني

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[intro]
doodie in this b-tch

[chorus]
think his -ss hot, put that fan on him (gah)
get his -ss k!lled, put some bands on him (b-tch)
free the real n-gg-s out that can, homie (let’s get it)
i know some real n-gg-s, i can’t speak on ’em (yeah)
i know where you hang, where you hide out (where you hide out)
we are not the same, n-gg-, you won’t ride out (b-tch)
pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out
them sh-lls h-t yo f-ckin’ torso, then it’s time out (boom, boom, boom boom)

[verse 1]
p-ssy n-gg- had shot me, get my leg back
i’ma slide to your party, f-ckin’ kick back
we ain’t givin’ away p-sses, this ain’t six flags
last n-gg- got shot got a sh-t bag
high speed on the 12, made him zig-zag
get the profits, put it down like a kit kat
and that f-ckin’ 40, yeah, that six pack
shoot one, we k!ll three, get that gift back
finna get a f-ckin’ striaght, put some shoes on it
batting 2k, i won’t lose on it
i be off the lane, i don’t snooze on ’em
f-ck with us, you gon’ make the news, homie (let’s get it)

[chorus]
think his -ss hot, put that fan on him (gah)
get his -ss k!lled, put some bands on him (b-tch)
free the real n-gg-s out that can, homie (let’s get it)
i know some real n-gg-s, i can’t speak on ’em (yeah)
i know where you hang, where you hide out (where you hide out)
we are not the same, n-gg-, you won’t ride out (b-tch)
pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out
them sh-lls h-t yo f-ckin’ torso, then it’s time out (boom, boom, boom boom)

[verse 2]
mans gon’ do a hit when it’s black out
sold a hundred ps in the trap house
i’m that f-ckin’ n-gg- n-gg-s rap ’bout
f-ck a n-gg- b-tch quick ’til she tap out
actin’ like a f-ckin’ fool in that amg
don’t make a wrong move, don’t you play with me
down 57 south, i get ’em a to z
and i never went to school, don’t know my abcs
but i can count money like it’s 1, 2, 3
and everywhere i go, you know it’s guns with me
and the bullets sting like they b-mblebees
n-gg-, i’m a king, i’m a humble beast

[chorus]
think his -ss hot, put that fan on him (gah)
get his -ss k!lled, put some bands on him (b-tch)
free the real n-gg-s out that can, homie (let’s get it)
i know some real n-gg-s, i can’t speak on ’em (yeah)
i know where you hang, where you hide out (where you hide out)
we are not the same, n-gg-, you won’t ride out (b-tch)
pull up with that flame, bang, then that fire out
them sh-lls h-t yo f-ckin’ torso, then it’s time out (boom, boom, boom boom)