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playboijc – suburban (remix) كلمات اغاني

(chorus)
hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, try to run he ain’t get that far
if the opps try spin this block this bl!ck gone hit that car
guarantee gone leave it in the street, leave him dead gone pop this bar
if he run his mouth get reckless, big gun bust his jaw

(verse 1)
and i’m running with bl!cks
23 gone bust his lip
on the block do dangerous sh_t
they gone cap ain’t hit no l!ck
when i sell mix him in my zip
like a shroom, draco gone trip
flip packs and flip them bricks
ain’t home, gone shoot his b_tch

running with shooters, and they gone mask up, leaving no trace
down in weston, put down the strap, concrete gone bust his face
throwing his shoеs up over the line, poppеd him and tied his lace
ain’t gone see when it shoot, it be going too fast , they doing a race

doing laps in a track meet, when i catch him this chop gone blast him
and i’m smoking real gassy, open casket won’t look too classy

bust his medulla, 99 clips for the ruger, we gonna shoot ya
drum it go over a ruler, bust at his top we gone leave him deceased
trapping out bl!cks, we loading up clips, lil b_tch, we trap out a piece
if i got guns, and i got weed, nah no need for no treesh
lock him up in a cell, we pay his bond, we do it for gang
what you tryna flex on me? gumball machine lookin chain

i am the king of my city, they passing it down, i’m grabbing the reins
b_tch you be living in subs, so why you be fooling and dropping the rakes?
i could just blast this b_tch all night, ain’t tired, ain’t taking a break
if we gone pop his top, ain’t trashing the car, ain’t throwing away

ain’t gone rep that sh_t, ain’t do it for cory, but we still smoking his pack
we gone blast this b_tch, do em like dalton, he see us he running a track
alan got hit in the chest, ain’t dead yet we spinning it back
c mo got hit too hard, they cover the case said it was the crack

and i’m just waiting to blast
k!ll an opp we going too fast
f_ck that, we back on his ass
new pack who need the gas?
we rob and we taking his stash
stone cold, i’m breaking the glass
all of his raps be trash, f_ck a headshot shoot him in the back

(chorus)

hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn, try to run he ain’t get that far
if the opps try spin this block this bl!ck gone hit that car
guarantee gone leave it in the street, leave him dead gone pop this bar
if he run his mouth get reckless, big gun bust his jaw
(verse 2)

and i’m waiting to spray, 30 on me and i’m letting it bang (aye)
trapping this sh_t out the way, try to run up you get left in the rain
know we ain’t smoking the same, i take the runtz, smoke em to the brain
why you be flexing that chain? yo whole gang broke and be lame

gettin checks, cash out, two times, hit once for the people who saw sh_t
and i send it to his mother, catch him on the street with a camera we prop it
throw up the set, why you say bdk but you thinking you right when you drop it?
see on the news that yo homie went missing, but sh_t, he dead, we popped him

- playboijc

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