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road runna - yea fr كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(fore’n)
(imixnation for real)

[chorus]
i swear my city so d_mn red (yeah, for real)
y’all wanna argue, man, f_ck n_ggas chasin’ checks (like, yeah, for real)
if you ain’t gettin’ money, you got no respect (like, yeah, for real)
you all on social media, tweetin’ ’bout the net (like, yeah, for real)
you tweetin’ like a b_tch (like, yeah, for real, like, yeah, for real), n_gga, do somethin’ with your life
you n_ggas dumb, tell you go left, and you go right (like, yeah, for real)
it ain’t my fault your b_tch ass want me and i bite (like, yeah, for rеal)
they see road runna, “give me hugs and squeezе me tight” (like, yeah, for real)
i gotta wanna fight (yeah)

[verse]
yeah, n_gga, i’m a paper junkie (yeah, for real), i need all that (all that)
same clothes for two days, different money, so, n_gga, fall back (fall back)
kg just got a pack, wanna throw this sh_t like he a quarterback (yoom)
i’m all off in her cat, tryna k!ll her ass (bah, bah), tryna break a back
now she slumped up, yeah, she ko, it ain’t no comin’ back
my n_ggas be totin’ rulers, just run up and we gon’ measure that (yeah)
and when i’m lit, i’m off that ‘yac, don’t let it get to act’ (to act’)
no, i don’t speak, i see the fake, i got a trick for that (a trick for that)
i got the heat and hop out like, “i don’t want you splat” (i don’t want you splat)
she hit my j_p like, “you so dirty for doin’ me like that”
you ain’t my type, lil’ mama, i’m sorry, that hate was super slack (slack)
say that was her first time, she tryna do it again, but i ain’t goin’ back (ain’t goin’ back)
say that’s your n_gga, but when he up, he ain’t gon’ hit your j_p (no)
but when i’m with you, b_tch, you stuck, it ain’t no switchin’ that (no joke)
and it’s them times we had to struggle, but i ain’t gon’ mention that
i played that sh_t off smooth ’cause i’m too cool, i don’t really like to chat
i’m stylin’ on these beats ’cause fore’n got me wanna whack me a tag
he got me wanna crack a band
youngest in charge and that’s a fact (yeah)
took my mama just to chill, watch how i do this (watch how i do this)
i can’t explain, she just gon’ see them big_ass cubans (big_ass cubans)
and f_ck the fame, won’t ever change, that’s on my soul (that’s on my soul)
i got you, mom, you gettin’ your jeep and that range rove’ (skrrt, skrrt)
my door so locked, b_tch, i can’t hear at least i told you (at least i told you)
i review you n_ggas, i just see how you rock and roll, bruh (yeah, how you score)
yeah, when you see me, stay from ’round me, i don’t wanna talk (i don’t wanna speak)
i want these racks all in my pocket ’til i can’t walk
i heard you saw billion_dollar b_tch, can’t book me if you ain’t got the cost
i want that roll ’til it can’t fold, n_gga, f_ck these stunts, i got the sauce, b_tch, i’m the boss, ayy
[interlude]
i got the sauce
n_gga, f_ck your stunts, i got the sauce, ayy
b_tch, i’m the boss, can’t book me if you ain’t got the cost
f_ck your stunts, i got the sauce, b_tch, i’m the boss, grrt

[chorus]
i swear my city so d_mn red (yeah, for real)
y’all wanna argue, man, f_ck n_ggas chasin’ checks (like, yeah, for real)
if you ain’t gettin’ money, you got no respect (like, yeah, for real)
you all on social media, tweetin’ ’bout the net (like, yeah, for real)
you tweetin’ like a b_tch (like, yeah, for real, like, yeah, for real), n_gga, do somethin’ with your life
you n_ggas dumb, tell you go left, and you go right (like, yeah, for real)
it ain’t my fault your b_tch ass want me and i bite (like, yeah, for real)
they see road runna, “give me hugs and squeeze me tight” (like, yeah, for real)
i gotta wanna fight (yeah)

- road runna

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