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rich dunk – no mask كلمات اغاني

[intro]
sh_t, it’s dunk, f_ck?
uh, uh, uh (slap a 808 on the back of that thing and we outta here)

[chorus]
sh_t
you know i run that sh_t up, i’m the best (the best)
i f_cked that b_tch, now that lil’ n_gga sad (haha)
i got them racks, you could tell how i sack (it’s dunk)
my n_gga big nuchii, he rob with no mask (it’s torch)
turnt it up, that’s a notch i’ma f_ck from the back
tell that b_tch she could chill ’cause i know she a thot
my lil’ n_gga for real, who the f_ck you gon’ stop? (the f_ck?)
n_gga, i think you should chill or your head gon’ get popped (baow)
ha, i’m ready to turn up again (again)
keep typin’ my name, then you gone in the wind (he gone)
i f_cked two different hoes, but they acted like twins (the f_ck?)
f_cked one from the back, f_cked the other with her friend (godd_mn)
keep pointin’ your fingers, we gon’ cut off your hand (we gon’ cut that b_tch)
i just got a load the same size as a man (on god)
p_l_a_y, n_ggas think that i’m playin’
put this g_u_n on your motherf_ckin’ man

[verse]
baow, sh_t (on god)
n_gga p_ssy as f_ck, he ain’t it (he ain’t it)
run through rap by myself, i’m legit
i done turnt up a notch, give a f_ck ’bout a b_tch (f_ck ’bout a b_tch)
i got the sauce on me, n_gga, that’s for jewelry (that’s the jewelry)
you run up on me, your ass gettin’ cleared (your ass gettin’ cleared)
aim out the whip, we strapped up to the tip (to the tip)
don’t give a f_ck ’bout none of that lip (the f_ck?)
sh_t, all them hoes, mama thought i was a pimp (thought i was a pimp)
sh_t, i’m on that gas gas, high as a blimp (high as a blimp)
you playin’ with me, shootin’ three zones in (the f_ck?)
she use you, you don’t get nothin’ from him (you don’t get sh_t)
swear if he hit you, we jumpin’ on him (come here)
sh_t, sendin’ shots, but we bumpin’ on him (baow, baow)
i don’t know his name, said, “don’t ask me ’bout him” (don’t ask me this sh_t)
[chorus]
sh_t
you know i run that sh_t up, i’m the best (the best)
i f_cked that b_tch, now that lil’ n_gga sad (haha)
i got them racks, you could tell how i sack (it’s dunk)
my n_gga big nuchii, he rob with no mask (it’s torch)
turnt it up, that’s a notch i’ma f_ck from the back
tell that b_tch she could chill ’cause i know she a thot
my lil’ n_gga for real, who the f_ck you gon’ stop? (the f_ck?)
n_gga, i think you should chill or your head gon’ get popped (baow)
ha, i’m ready to turn up again (again)
keep typin’ my name, then you gone in the wind (he gone)
i f_cked two different hoes, but they acted like twins (the f_ck?)
f_cked one from the back, f_cked the other with her friend (godd_mn)
keep pointin’ your fingers, we gon’ cut off your hand (we gon’ cut that b_tch)
i just got a load the same size as a man (on god)
p_l_a_y, n_ggas think that i’m playin’
put this g_u_n on your motherf_ckin’ man

- rich dunk

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