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r3 da chilliman - know dat كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(angel heaven sent)

[chorus]
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f_ck with me to get poppin’, he know that
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f_ck with me to get poppin’, he know that

[verse 1]
gm_522, stick hangin’ out
i’m the reason lil’ bro ain’t gon’ take you out
bullets hot, know how i feel, but i don’t think you do
i’m the reason young n_ggas wanna crash they coupe
everybody rides by choppers and they ain’t got no choppers
i’m bouncin’ out with baby chopstick like did shotas
we get mad and drop bodies, so, n_gga, keep your distance
my chain expensive, yours cheap, so our chain’s different
if a b_tch is usually impressed, that is not my type
nowadays, b_tch f_cks n_ggas that ain’t got no stripes
i ain’t trickin’, i just blow bags on pretty b_tches
if your b_tch see me, then i’m leavin’ with her
it’s high_powered rapper weed inside this leaf
n_ggas hang their jersey up when there wasn’t no beef
i got rich written across my knuckles
thumbin’ so much money, have me feel untouchable
[chorus]
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f_ck with me to get poppin’, he know that
ain’t gotta tell me i’m a trophy, i know that
ain’t gotta tell me who they mimic, i know that
without a question, i’m a baller, she know that
gotta f_ck with me to get poppin’, he know that

[verse 2]
i might show a lil’ love, but i don’t trust a thing
i’ma walk up when i shoot, so i don’t need a beam
bad b_tch, i’ll pay to get her body done
b_tch can’t play in my face ’cause i’m far from dumb
if you really want a low_tier, cleats up
’cause i was taught if you don’t grind, you don’t eat nonthin’
anytime you see me out, i got thousands on me
i’ll creep down your street and man down your homie
n_ggas went broke and they gon’ stay broke
even my b_tch got a gun and a bankroll
n_ggas grown_ass men never had a bag
livin’ off his b_tch, type of sh_t is that?

- r3 da chilliman

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