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rtb mb - hypnotize كلمات الأغنية

hypnotize lyrics
[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse]
told him if we pull up, we strapped, i got ten of mine
i be havin’ missions with the dog, adventure time
my n_gga skub throw up two fives, call him nickel dime
girly hit my cell, f_cked her ’til she had a seizure, i’m on sickle time, yeah
bro been hoein’ opps since a jit, i know they sick of ky
but ain’t n0body runnin’ up, n_gga, you’d be quick to die
every time i get caught with a b_tch, i be quick to lie, no cap, yeah
i be hittin’ hoes, bruh, i swear that i’m addicted
they be in the feds facin’, swear they never snitchin’
catch another opp and get him dropped, now he twitchin’
my lil’ b_tch tee, she lightskinned, i caught her liftin’
paranoid, a fan walked up, i got to grippin’
she can get mad all she want, but i ain’t kissin’
had to cut some n_ggas off, they comfy with they chicken
couple n_ggas got dropped, too comfy with that dissin’
d_mn, put ’em on a shirt
went to neiman, had some bands, so i spent that on a shirt
got some white that’ll hit for forty_one, but i ain’t dirk
bullets hit all angles, f_ck the ankles, we ain’t kirk
said she wanna roleplay, told her wear a skirt
moment of silence for the opps, shh
shh, yeah, shh
shh, yeah, shh
you can hear a pin drop, n_gga, glock make ’em jerk
how i maneuver into this rap game and still give n_ggas work?
yeah, huh, but i got extendo mag
hit him with a cross_fin and leave his kinfolk mad
n_gga, this a boss benz, you can’t get in that
tell me what’s the cost, then we can get him whacked
you be in lacoste, d_mn, you ain’t gettin’ racks
strip club, we just tossed ten, n_ggas gettin’ taxed
tell me ’bout your lost friend, you can’t get him back
yeah, huh, overaggressive with them chopsticks
i got on my chains and my watch for a block ‘fit
mb, how you rappin’ and you hoopin’? n_gga, watch this
type of n_gga hit a cuban mamacita, rrr, rrr, leave her on the block list
sprite with the act’ sound good, but with the wock’ mix?
speakin’ of soda, my n_ggas violent and they pop sh_t
whip him with the glock, then hit him with a dropkick
all my cars black, so the hoes call me gotti
missed an opp last week, so i went and changed optics
baby keep on coughin’ tried to tell her it was exotic
rtb the gang, if they with it, then i’m ’bout it
i keep gettin’ brought up, she just told ’em change the topic
i don’t want his bm in my pictures, n_gga, crop it
throwin’ m’s in the strip, james from the rockets
i ain’t got that much cheese? huh, let me stop it
i saw her f_ckin’ on me a week ago, i’m a prophet
[outro]
n_gga, yeah
gang
rtb
gang

- rtb mb

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