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rell vert - feins كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: rell vert]
we want faces when we creep (we want faces), my b_tch hate it when i tweak (she hate when i tweak)
wanna slide, that’s lil jeff in me (slide, slide), i’m gettin’ rich, i got the recipe (the recipe)
all the opps b_tches, they be scared of beef (be scared of beef)
he be woofin’ online, now he testin’ me (he testin’ me)
now your homie dead, need a dirt and some shovel, see? (now your homie dead, need a dirt and some shovel, see?)

[verse 2: 1900rugrat]
huh, huh, yeah, huh
i’m with rell, boy, this chopper tall, lil uzi vert
4_5 with a kriss vect’ send your dumb ass right to lucifer
know your brother died, i’m tryna do you worse
your ass ain’t even never stood on ten, need to call your shooter first
dozin’ off a deuce and perc’

[chorus: rell vert]
i’m with rugrat, he got white hoes, they slim sh_t like me
you play with me, you catch a face shot, this ain’t no id
that n_gga got shot, now he in the ‘spital, hooked up on iv (iv)
foenem trappin’ on the block, the fiends need a d (need a d)
my music turnt the streets (the streets), turn off the opps, they weak (they weak)
we got his lo’, we creep (we creep), we got his lo’, we creep (we creep)
four shooters bounce out, frrt, frrt, switches on repeat (repeat)
n_gga came through, k!lled the innocent, may he rest in peace
[verse 3: 1900rugrat]
yeah, he ain’t on nothin’, then shut that sh_t up
smokin’ 6, he just got put up
know he punched off just like push_up
all the opps be lyin’ in them songs, why that sh_t ain’t goin’
poured a six all in my soda, b_tch, i’m tore up, probably should’ve poured a four up
yeah, huh, you broke as sh_t, tryna do a hit, b_tch, you ain’t even got no car
i’ll roll up 6 right now, but i ain’t even got no ‘gar (but i ain’t even got no ‘gar)
stuntin’ in that whip, light it up, now it ain’t got no stars (now it ain’t got no stars)
favorite pill junkie in my phone, but i ain’t got no bars (but i ain’t got no bars)

[chorus: rell vert]
i’m with rugrat, he got white hoes, they slim sh_t like me (i’m with rugrat, they slim sh_t like me)
you play with me, you catch a face shot, this ain’t no id (this ain’t no id)
that n_gga got shot, now he in the ‘spital, hooked up on iv (iv)
foenem trappin’ on the block, the fiends need a d
my music turnt the streets (need a d), turn off the opps, they weak (the streets)
we got his lo’, we creep (they weak), we got his lo’, we creep (we creep)
four shooters bounce out, frrt, frrt, switches on repeat (frrt, frrt)
n_gga came through, k!lled the innocent, may he rest in peace

- rell vert

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