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pasto flocco – r2 كلمات اغاني

[intro: pasto flocco]
(surf gang, b_tch)
(ayo, j6, turn that up)
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[chorus: pasto flocco]
life ain’t a game for me, n_gga, but maybe for you
if i call up my shooter, he spamming r2
opp in the morning, we waking up early, we spinning right now, we ain’t spinning at two
walk with that sprayground, you know ain’t no books in the bag, you know that i’m keeping that tool
all my old friends, they mad at me ’cause i got up like i stepped on a stool
n_ggas on snapchat saying they proud of me, n_ggas ain’t said nothing to me in school
i know my teachers is proud of me, lil’ black n_gga who always would talk
we finna run in his pockets, we taking that sh_t, piece of bacon, that boy a piece of pork
i had to hop on a drill beat, show these lil’ n_ggas how we do that sh_t in new york
n_ggas, they found out new york had the sauce when they heard that big pop smoke
b_tch, i feel like sb in them carti’s, you know when i got ’em on, i wanna talk
shoot up the party, i’m leaving that sh_t like a quarantine, one false move, that boy gotta go

[verse: 22gz]
youngest in charge, pulling they cards, walk up, slide in the car
we catch him walking, bet he regret all that sh_t he was talking
tryna go against me, that’s a forfeit, these vv’s on faucet
22 the king of new york, b_tch, so much louis, i need an endors_m_nt
if i call up my stepper, he knocked out his shoes
my diamonds, they dancing, he reaching, i’m back on the news
if i use the revolver, they won’t have a clue
pick a side, ain’t no playing the middle so you better choose
they gon’ do it for free, i ain’t paying no shooters
she said she tryna eat, threw that b_tch in an uber
screaming out jugg like that n_gga scooter
she give māthā, brain like a tutor
[chorus: pasto flocco]
life ain’t a game for me, n_gga, but maybe for you
if i call up my shooter, he spamming r2
opp in the morning, we waking up early, we spinning right now, we ain’t spinning at two
walk with that sprayground, you know ain’t no books in the bag, you know that i’m keeping that tool
all my old friends, they mad at me ’cause i got up like i stepped on a stool
n_ggas on snapchat saying they proud of me, n_ggas ain’t said nothing to me in school
i know my teachers is proud of me, lil’ black n_gga who always would talk
we finna run in his pockets, we taking that sh_t, piece of bacon, that boy a piece of pork
i had to hop on a drill beat, show these lil’ n_ggas how we do that sh_t in new york
n_ggas, they found out new york had the sauce when they heard that big pop smoke
b_tch, i feel like sb in them carti’s, you know when i got ’em on, i wanna talk
shoot up the party, i’m leaving that sh_t like a quarantine, one false move, that boy gotta go

- pasto flocco

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