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rnd officially - damn! كلمات أغنية

[intro: yung $piiffii & supah mario]
(supah mario on the beat n_gga)

hmm, okay
let me try it, look

[chorus: yung $piiffii]
look, b_tch, give me the neck, huh
no, i don’t want the rest, i got a million and you’s on the list

a million more, bout to put up a fit
d_mn (d_mn), d_mn (d_mn), b_tch (woo)

bouncing that booty, we making a big booty fl!ck (woo)
she do it all on the d_ck

got me like, d_mn (d_mn), d_mn (d_mn), (yung $piiffii)

[verse 1: yung $piiffii]
is you f_cking or topping? (huh?)
i don’t lose stamina i can’t be reclining (no)
f_ck being gentle i’m done being modest (swear)
you cannot grow me now let’s just be honest (facts)

naked lil b_tch got her slobbing
f_cking that b_tch from the back
and she throbbing, (woo)
hop on the jet, bet it’s private
meezy wit me so we batman & robin
money my “s”, $piiffii gon keep him a chеck (b_tch)

money man on my wrist n_gga, on my chest
i done hit thе b_tch in the neck (yes)
money man down my b_tch (yessir)

ay we up my people ain’t poor no more
we ain’t looking at the floor no more (thank god)
boy we used to reminisce about being broke
no more now we spending 4, 5 in the store (swear)

they thinking we cap, no we don’t f_ck around, no static (we don’t)
no we do not do beef, dramatic (we don’t)
pulling up with mercedes, classic

ain’t got no b_tch ’cause, i’m too charismatic
hoe lift they shirt at the shows, she ratchet
got it stamp on the back, she nasty (what he say?)
she a freaky lil b_tch with a statement
we probably gonna f_ck if she asked me (sike)

[chorus: yung $piiffii]
but give me the neck, (lil b_tch)
i don’t want the rest, i got a million and you’s on the list
a million more bout to put up a fit
d_mn (d_mn), d_mn (d_mn), b_tch, (woo)

bouncing that booty, we making a big booty fl!ck, (woo)
she do it all on the d_ck

got me like, d_mn (d_mn), d_mn (d_mn)

[verse 2: romel cantrell]
d_mn, d_mn
got a booty, like pam
i go vroom in it, like a lamb
if them n_ggas try it, we gon’ blam

that’s ya girl, but for me she gon’ twerk
f_ck the life out her, when she on on alert
boy you n_ggas steady cappin’, better move
i’m comin’ through with the heat, and it bet it hurt

f_ck n_gga, see why they don’t f_cks with ya
love to milwaukee, but you a snake, can’t get no bucks with ya
my hittas, they from the chi, and they straight bulls, ain’t no luck with ya

got engaged, but she f_ck me before the wedding
how you put your trust in her?
but aye tho, f_ck n_gga talkin’ out they mouth, better watch out
before he get beat in the club and get tossed out
then take his wife by the hand, and i walk out
put_back dunk in ya b_tch, when i box out

real n_gga really feelin’ like rick ross
hop out that maybach in ice, feeling bossed out
got my own lingo my n_gga, i’m flossed out
n_ggas can’t touch me in the field, randy moss’d out

[chorus: yung $piiffii]
give me the neck, huh
no, i don’t want the rest, i got a million and you’s on the list

a million more bout to put up a fit
d_mn (d_mn), d_mn (d_mn), b_tch (woo)

bouncing that booty, we making a big booty fl!ck (woo)
she do it all on the d_ck

got me like, d_mn (d_mn), d_mn (d_mn)

[verse 3: romel cantrell & yung $piiffii]
d_mn
that lil b_tch got ass on her
yeah f_ck the floor
b_tch i might just throw some cash on you

give me the neck and i pass on her
leave her on read when she tell me to eat n_gga
get the dome and then i dash on her

i’m pulling her weave i harassed the frontal
i’m storing this glocky inside of this jacket with zippers
i’m feeling like michael on thriller

and no they can’t keep up with $piiff
i’m usain with the sh_t i’ll be running this sh_t to the finish
i’m a run up in the spot with a bag

and walk out that hoe with 400k in it
spent a lil dime while up in the bentley
just got a lil dime b_tch to hop in it
and she running neck

nope, she ain’t worried bout no check
nope, b_tch came through wit the flex
throwing ass on me in an all white dress

then he pass to the bro, and you know i’m next
i don’t act, but i’ll act up n_gga don’t test
with ya fake ass chain, boy don’t even flex

but bro that n_gga ain’t up on sh_t
man i already know n_gga, you ain’t own sh_t
tryna roll with the cl!ck n_gga, you is a b_tch
i pull out that iron and knock out his wrinkles

got his girl hollering, that p_ssy sprinkle
f_ck with mine and the sh_t get lethal
f_ck all that fake kickin’ it, ’cause you n_ggas

like blinds, i swear i can see through
d_mn this b_tch feel like a sequel
when it come to my time, it cost, my n_gga we ain’t equal

[chorus: yung $piiffii]
but give me the neck, (lil b_tch)
i don’t want the rest, i got a million and you’s on the list

a million more bout to put up a fit
d_mn (d_mn), d_mn (d_mn), b_tch, (woo)

bouncing that booty, we making a big booty fl!ck, (woo)
she do it all on the d_ck

got me like, d_mn (d_mn), d_mn (d_mn)

- rnd officially

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